The wind was cold, the sun was shining
In the rear view I could see
Wind blowing up the flowers
And sunlight falling on them
He held my hand
I was holding on to my dreams
He said he wanted to smell those flowers
I looked at him just like the flowers did and said,
“You should know that you can smell a flower’s fragrance without plucking it”.
– Kritika Vashist
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 