And the flowers have dried long time back, the smell gone away, still etched in my memory, the petals are hiding in some book among many, the color of it faded maybe, which I don’t remember,

And then when I saw you last night, after ages it seems, out of the blue, time acted funny, it turned back the clock for sure, the same flower just came back to life, any blossom never seemed any prettier than this,

Did you hear me say hello, did you smile back at me…