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[{'start': '0.000', 'end': '2.000', 'text': 'It is a small, quiet residential area.  Each of the houses in the row had its own story and life.  Every day, a young man would wait at the door of a house in that row.  His name is Karthik.\n\nKarthik has a soft heart.  A kind of longing and at the same time deep love shone in his eyes.  He always has a red rose in his hand.  That rose was a symbol of a woman who lived deep in his heart.  It was for her that he waited patiently at that door every day.  There was always a small glimmer of hope, a ray of light in his mind - that one day she would open the door and see him.\n\nThe name of the woman who lived in that house was Priya.  She is beautiful, but at the same time has a bit of a strict nature.  She knew that Karthik waited for her every day.  She had also seen the rose in his hand.  However, she would pass by without looking at him.  But, on her face, there is only a smile on the corner of her lips.  Karthik didn\'t miss this either. His desire was to run to her when she passed him, give her a rose, and express the love in his heart.  But as she approached, a butterfly fluttered in his heart, rising up and blocking his throat, preventing him from speaking.  He doesn\'t understand whether Karthik\'s love doesn\'t touch her or if she is deliberately ignoring him.\n\nMany months have passed like this.  Karthik came and waited every day, and she left, as if she hadn\'t even looked at him, leaving only a single smile.\nSuddenly, over the past few days, Karthik noticed that he was missing her smile.  But he didn\'t say a single word to her.  His silence left her mind in a state of confusion.  Why doesn\'t he say anything?   The question "Where is her smile?" was gnawing at her, and the question "Where is her smile?" was gnawing at him.  A kind of guilt slowly gnawed at her.\n\nThe next day, Karthik wasn\'t at her doorstep as usual.  The door was deserted.  Priya came out as usual.  But she noticed that Karthik was absent today.  For a moment, her heart skipped a beat.  A small disappointment touched her.\n\n\'He will come tomorrow,\' she told herself.  But Karthik didn\'t come the next day.  No more of his rose, no more of his quiet waiting.  The doorway appeared empty, as never before.  Priya\'s mind was filled with some kind of inexplicable sorrow.  Why didn\'t he come?  What could have happened to him?\n\nA week has passed.  There is no information about Karthik.  A kind of fear settled in Priya\'s mind.  Every day that passed without her seeing him tormented her.  She felt regretful, wondering if she should have spoken to him, or asked him why he hadn\'t spoken.\n\nJust then, Priya noticed two other people standing where Karthik was standing.   They came to her and introduced themselves as Karthik\'s close friends, their faces filled with sadness and pain.  When Priya saw him, she realized something was wrong.\n\nRamesh began to speak in a soft, strained voice.  "He... Karthik, died in an accident..." Those words struck Priya\'s heart like a calamity.  She froze in shock.  She couldn\'t believe it.\n\n"But..." Ramesh continued, tears in his voice.  "Until the moment he died, he only said one thing... \'She will definitely open the door of her heart for me one day\', and I want to be there until then."\n\nThose words made tears flow from Priya\'s eyes.  Her lips were trembling, and she couldn\'t say a word.  Her heart felt like it would burst with guilt and unbearable grief.  It was then that she fully realized how deep Karthik\'s love had been.  His daily wait for her, his silent love, his confident waiting, all played out like a movie before her eyes.  But now he is gone.  His wait is over, his hope is shattered.  The pain of not even once acknowledging his love consumed her.  She now understood the meaning of those red roses.  It is not just a flower, but an expression of the deepest love of a heart.  .  Now his memories were the only fire left burning her.\n\nRoses are not just flowers, they are the language of the heart, the\npain of rejected love, the burden of a lifetime.'}]