Story: Was I Being Ungrateful?

‘…Sameera blinked away a tear that had crept up silently…’ Streaks of sunlight streamed in through the red velvet curtains. Lost in her thoughts, Sameera was busy scribbling away in a diary. “The lonely rose, Jolted in misery and gloom, Darkness all around, My fate is never to bloom…” She loosely constructed some verses of poetry to empty out the cries of her aching heart. She could no longer bear it. “Why are my prayers not answered? Why am I destined to never achieve what I desire? Why?” There were so many unanswered questions circling inside her mind. She had racked her brain on the monthly budget this time to