Friday, October 19, 2012

I am grateful that I have literary instincts in me. Yesterday I sent a very wonderful photograph of a humming bird and some flowers to my girl. Accompanied by it was some words written by me. One of the lines was "Let my love create flowers in your imagination". My girl replied that she liked the photo, but she loved my words. I told her, I could not take all the credit for the words. If she didn't create those feelings in me, how could I ever write them? I didn't see her face after saying this since we were communicating via e-mail, but I guess she smiled. If the smile didn't appear in her face, she smiled in her mind. She felt happy, I am sure.