Once there was a small home in one corner of a small town. The home was enclosed with many flower trees. There was a beautiful garden in front of the house.
There lived a beautiful young man. He lived there alone. His name was Roshan. Every evening a young girl came to the garden and plucked flowers from the garden. Her name was Cinderella. She was as beautiful as fickle. She always set her eyes on the window while plucking flowers. When Roshan came near the window Cinderella bend down her head after a little smile and attended in plucking flowers. She was seemed then ashamed or naughty. Rosan observed her with his winkless eyes. He thought, “What a beautiful and lovely girl she is! She is as beautiful as a flower, as a rose.” Cinderella never saw him twice. She plucked and then went away.
One day Roshan was not at home. But he told the gatekeeper to open the gate in the evening for Cinderella. The gatekeeper did according to what his master ordered him. After returning home Roshan wanted to know about her coming from the gatekeeper. He told him that She had come. For a long time she had observed the window while plucking flowers. But after plucking she did not take the flowers and went home. Then She was seemed unhappy and angry. Roshan thought about this. But he found nothing.
Roshan was very eager to know about that girl. So one day he followed her secretly. After going some distance he found that the girl threw the flowers to the road. He couldn’t believe it! He called her from the back. Cinderella looked back and astonished to see Roshan for what he had done just now in front of him. She was also ashamed. She ran away and entered to the gate of a house. Now Roshan knew where she lived.
The next day Cinderella did not come. Roshan was seemed very unhappy. He felt a vacancy in him.
Roshan inquires after that house where Cinderella entered. After inquiries he knew that there lived three sisters. Cinderella was the youngest.
Later some days Roshan wrote a letter and sent it to Cinderella by his servant secretly. There he requested her to meet with him in the garden for the last time. On the fixed day Cinderella came. Roshan went near her and said, “O Cinderella! Why are you so afraid and shy of me? I am your friend. Come to your friend again and again. But my friend, why did you throw the flowers that evening. Are all the flowers of my garden not so beautiful? Do you like only roses or only night-queens? If you want, I shall give you all the flowers or uproots all the plants. Said to me what you want, my friend.” Cinderella said to him, “I don’t come to your garden for those flowers. I came for only one flower.” Roshan said, “which and where is this flower?” Cinderella then said to him with the face hung down in shame, “The flower is in front of me.” Roshan said nothing. He became more nearly to Cinderella. He took her head on his shoulder. He smiled and said in a low voice, “Hum! Perhaps I knew this before.”
Now it is dawn. Roshan has woke up. He thought, “What a nice dream I dreamt the last night. Oh, If this were true!” He opened the door and came to his garden. There is only one blooming white rose in one corner. Roshan went there. He smells the rose and kisses the petal of the rose. Oh! What a nice dream Roshan dreamt.
P.S. The another name of the white rose is Cinderella.
