Winnie could not understand why the rose wasn’t blooming.
It was nearly 16 days after she had planted it. As days passed she watered it more often. In her desperation she tried different means to make the plant flower: Fertilizers and liquid hormones et al.
But it wilted and died in a few days. Burdened by the sorrow of her unfruitful efforts, she sat down in her balcony.In a corner of the bungalow compound a tiny wild rose was blooming, unattended.