The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and
Yes its hard to believe its soo beautiful when you are around... :)
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:) Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHow do we define something that is more than beautiful. Nice one.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
beautiful (:
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loved it :)
Juhi,
ReplyDeleteCaught up with 2 pending posts. You are as good at photography as in writing poems. Nicely captured moments. This statement is so true that at times one feels like it is a dream.
Take care
aww..i like :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful words kiddo.
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ReplyDeleteSometimes, a look, a smile or even a touch is all that's needed. To be enslaved by love is the most beautiful and comforting feeling in the world.
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