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
those last two lines... don't forget them! :*
ReplyDelete@ Rain Girl: I wont :) *Hugz*
ReplyDeletesmooth flow,
ReplyDeletenice poem!
Hope u have not only written the lines but.. u will follow them too..
ReplyDeleterocking!!...vac are really boring!!...
ReplyDeleteI have n regrets..:)
ReplyDeletePump it
Shake it..
Party time felaws..
Cheers
Nuts
p.s Let it flow..:)
Hold on to sweet memories... They are yours forever.
ReplyDeleteAnd move on...
take care
a saturday night post ;)
ReplyDeleteHi! How's my youngest blogger friend? Live life to the fullest. Live it right.
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Juhi,
ReplyDeleteYou write it,
I read it,
I love it,
Ask you to write more,
live it up as it is but one life,
so write more to let us enjoy more.
Take care
Awesome!
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