The Petals Of The Red Rose

“Take me home!”, He said angrily to the driver as he shut the door of the cab fiercely.
“Sir?”
And then he realised the place he had just walked out had been his home all this while. He felt the first pang of a strange emptiness.
“Sir?”
He mumbled some address to the driver and then closed his eyes. His head had already begun to throb. The fragrance of roses still afresh around him. No sooner the vision of his eyes had turned black, the mind played the recent flashback of the last night’s cel...