Framed in: In love, nothing quite compares to the magic of a red rose. No substitute can replicate the deep symbolism of red roses and kisses. The lingering dampness of sweet kisses and the dry remnants of red roses given by her are etched in my fading memories. Romance is an extraordinary feeling that touches everyone, a basic necessity that enhances the beauty of life.
When you gaze into her eyes, the world seems to stop—the earth’s rotation, the passing of day and night, the ticking of time, and the changing seasons all fade away. Love turns everything upside down, making the world appear more vibrant and beautiful.
Though I am no longer in love, the sight of passion flowers still stirs a longing for those romantic days. I reminisce about walking in the rain with her, being kissed under the cover of night, embraced in the shade of trees, and the scent of her skin reminiscent of baby cream. I recall writing love letters and arguing over trivial matters. In love, the impact of a red rose is unparalleled; nothing else can match its significance and allure.
Framed Out: Those college days were filled with romance and fun. It was an auspicious day during my second year of undergrad, following an event—perhaps the inauguration of the literary club, where I had been elected as General Secretary. After the function, as I descended from the auditorium, I was just joking around when a junior approached me with a bouquet of red roses. (I swear, there was nothing else to it!) She simply wanted to congratulate me on the occasion.
Her hands, holding the roses, looked so charming that I had an idea. With my Nikon FM10 loaded with Kodak 200 film, I asked her to hold the bouquet against the white walls of the classroom. The result was a picture that, with a touch of digital manipulation, transformed into a beautiful frame—almost like a postcard. Though the image may seem cliché, it still captures the essence of a romantic moment shared with someone special.
Grey Frames: “If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I’d be picking roses for a lifetime.” Swedish Proverb
