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I say with love that you read and enjoy this short story that I have created.

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Located on a small hill on a road, the desolate, black boarding room where I am staying is filled with the fragrance of lilies. I have never written about lilies. There was no idea to write. Until this afternoon, I had thought of the lily as a beautiful name, soft, with large petals, and inconspicuous. But now all that has changed. Hugging a bunch of pink lilies for hours has smeared those dark orange stamens, and even my cheeks and neck smell of lilies.

I am going through a busy time. Even if life is peaceful at times, there are more turbulent days. There is nothing in the world that I dislike more than anxiety. No matter how much you don't like it, those days should be spent. After a long day, came to the board house early today. I got off the bus and was about to run out of breath after pushing through the crowd, and when I walked along the short road and step-in the boarding school, I received a phone call. I am a creature that hates calls, but for whatever reason, I answered it.

"Miss we are from the beautiful flora, Miss has a flower. It is addressed to Deniyaya Green Home"

"Me? I didn't ask for a bunch of flowers," I said like a buffalo. If I have to pay for a bunch of flowers, I can't make it through the week. After remembering that, I don't even remember what I want to say because of the fear that came to my mind. Only the mouth trembles.

"Okay miss. Miss has to send, where do you want to bring"

I gave the address of the boarding house and walked down the narrow road swaying on the road in the blazing sun, I stood there wondering what had happened. Who will send me flowers in the middle of this year? I have received three bouquets of flowers in my life. The first bunch of flowers was given by Thilina Aiya. Sent for 2020 birthday. I didn't get it because I stupidly gave a different address. The second bouquet was from my last boyfriend. Valentine is a bunch of flowers. I scolded myself for spending 400 rupees on a red rose and picked it up, but still most of the flowers in that bunch dried up near me.

The third bouquet was given by my mother. On my twenty-sixth birthday, I wrote the moment when my mother held my hand and said, "Happy birthday, my sweet Dhoni," while walking around picking a lot of wild flowers, in the book of memories that I will never forget.

This is the fourth bunch of flowers. That's what I'm going to get in my hands on a sick, busy day, in broad daylight.

"Who sent this" was my question even before giving the bouquet.

"There is a card miss. Wait"

They gave me a bunch of flowers bigger than me, handed me a white card and started smiling at my surprised eyes.

Pink lily (my god, such a beautiful scent), purple camphor, white camphor, baby breath, not sure if it's a flower but similar, red velvet rose petals (I decided today that red roses will be wrapped around my head one day when I get married), I hugged the bouquet full of white roses and finally decided to do something about it.

All the remaining flowers you sent are in vases in the village temple, except for one sprig of lily, a rose and a sprig of purple camphor. I went in heavy rain and offered them to the Buddha. Walking to the temple, they all had their eyes and talked on those flower beds. It is one testimony to the charm and uniqueness of this amazing flower bed.

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So to the acquaintance who sent me flowers today,

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Received the flowers you sent. From tomorrow, if there is a verse about the fragrance of lilies in one of my poems, that verse is yours. You should own it without hesitation.🧡

I am,
Lilies are fragrant for the first time today, girl who sent you flowers.

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I invite my dear friends @sindi16, @moneyster to write such stories.