One day I heard a pretty fascinating conversation which was between a white rose and a red rose.
The white rose said, “I will never be picked and bought!”.
The red rose asked, “Why do you say so?”
The white rose replied, woefully, “Nobody will ever pick me up because I am white! Everybody shows interest in the colorful roses!”
The red rose asked, “Why do you say that? We are all special!”
The white rose said, “Humans have a habit of discrimination and, they show it in everything. I don’t know what the purpose of my life is.”
