Five Roses...before getting started I would like to make myself clear here that I'm not going to talk about the real roses. Believe me, I never got a rose. Hilarious, isn't it? Actually "Five Roses" is a teabag brand which I came to know about when I was on my first ever project on a foreign land. You know when you're in a place which you're not familiar with, it sometimes feels like asking yourself, "What the hell are you doing here far from your loved ones, your friends?", though I don't say that it's not a worth a place to live. I actually liked this country and its people. They're well behaved, humble, bold and decent at the same time. Though there are not quite places around which you can capture in your camera, mobile or whichever be the electronics devices you'd prefer when you visit a foreign land, but the atmosphere, the wind here and most importantly the roads are worth to feel and walk around.
Coming back to the point, Five Roses just attracted my attention when I'm still awake at 4:30 o'clock in the morning, completely unaware of what I should do at this time of the day, being very far from the sleep, thought of having a cup of tea. And these two words, from the moment I read them, are revolving around, striking my brain cells and creating some random thoughts which I can't help but to keep thinking until I fall asleep. Back in my childhood, being an introvert and not very much interested in travelling, I used to think that someday I'd be out of my home and there I'd have all the time to watch the world with my own eyes. Home sickness isn't something that can ever happen to me, though at the moment, I'm still not feeling anything like that. But deep down inside, it feels like no matter how many places you've been, you world is back there where your loved ones are, your friends are, things which you adore being with, and your home.
One would actually love to live in this place forever. Pleasant weather, nice people, greenery all around, smooth roads and more importantly people are much aware about traffic rules. Even if there're no traffic lights on the roads, they do drive carefully (it's not like accidents don't occur, but very rarely). I mean who wouldn't want to be at such a place. But even it is so nice, I miss being at my native place, living at a place where 40 degree Celsius temperature is considered normal, where electricity problem is faced almost on daily basis for 6-8 hours or may be more, where you daily wait for the bus or auto to drop you off at office in time, where you wait for each weekend to visit your home. All in all, the place where you don't get these kind of luxuries (which I'm getting here), but I'm so much used to those little problems, I don't feel alive in their absence. I can only say that I'm truly deeply madly in love with my native place.
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