The deep maroon roses hugged each other tightly in her grip as she ran to catch the low floor bus which had stopped ten steps ahead of the bus stop. The bus started before she was inside and she swung herself in, holding the side bars. The roses swiveled around too. The passengers in the early morning bus looked at her and then at the roses. Their gaze was fixed upon the prettiest flowers they had seen today. A curious look back at the simply dressed girl and then everyone got busy with their own businesses. The girl was very