The Language of Flowers

I am not fluent in the language of flowers.

When I write about them, I borrow from another language and even then, my vocabulary is extremely limited.

The neighborhood explodes into colors overnight; there are yellows, pinks, blues and reds everywhere. Spring is finally here.

Yes, I am a lazy writer when it comes to flowers. Just like my friends who do not know the Burmese language sees only circles, I see only colors and shapes when I look at flowers. Their meaning and symbolism are lost on me.

But recently, there is a flower that has been on my mind a lot. It comes in two shades of pink and it outnumbers other flowers in the neighborhood. These pink flowers seem to be at every street corner I turn and I got curious. What secret messages do they carry?

A page on the World Wide Web tells me that I am in the company of azaleas.

Did you know that the azalea flower can symbolize remembering your home with fondness or wishing to return to it? To me, home is not a place but a feeling. And I wish that I can return to that feeling, away from the current state of uncertainty and anxiety.

Did you know that it can also symbolize taking care of yourself and others around you? The pink color of this flower does not agree with my aesthetic sense, but I love what it stands for especially during these times.

I am not fluent in the language of flowers but I find comfort in their presence.



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