A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

Beside the concrete, quiet pink flowers bloom. In their silent presence, we rediscover the comfort we had long forgotten.

It was a hot sunny day.

In the rush of city rhythms, I was walking without thinking

when something shimmered at my feet.

It was a flower.

Not a carefully tended flowerbed,

just pink blossoms blooming under a gray wall.

Not flashy—so they lingered more in the eyes.

Some petals were slightly wrinkled,

and a metal pipe twisted on one side,

but in between the mess, these flowers captured the sunlight

not to be seen, not for praise—

just living, as they are.

People passed quickly,

a stray cat brushed by,

no one paid attention to the small lives,

but they bloomed,

quietly and gloriously.

I stopped for a moment,

took out my camera.

I wanted to keep those small faces glowing in light.

This moment, seen only by me,

felt too precious.

Sometimes in life,

we feel lonely for no reason,

as if invisible to the world.

But like these flowers,

just living is enough—

we forget that.

A small, quiet life

right beside me, without a word,

taught me gently:

“Where you are now,

that’s okay too.”

My steps felt a little lighter.

Though the flowers said nothing,

their silence wrapped me in quiet comfort.