A flower's greatest gift is not its beauty, but its mehak.
The one thing it gives away freely.
The petals may fall, colours may fade.
The flower itself may no longer be there.
But its khushboo stays even after it is gone.
Some people are like that, too.
Leaving something behind wherever they go.
A laugh that brightens a room. A glance that becomes a memory.
Kindness that stays long after the conversation ends.
Ruba Co-Ord is a reminder that in the end, we don’t really remember faces or words. What we really remember is how someone made us feel. We remember their presence.
