She once asked me why I had been stingy on words. I smiled the very moment. I thought of her face I had never seen. Never means never.
“If all the words were mine.......” There I was! OMG six of my words in one go.
And then I saw an unconvinced look in her eyes. The eyes I had never seen. Never means……never. Ah! They made me smile. Smile the more.
I wish words were mine. I perhaps would have not been stingy then. And maybe then she would have never complained.
People share love. She says. I agree. People easily share lust. She says. I don’t agree. If at all sharing intimate emotions were easy world would have been a place with the no different people.
And so my thoughts come in words. The words I count before giving away. The thoughts I treasure even after giving away. The words I like to think are only mine. I just like to maybe it is not. ‘Maybe’ a word I know will always be mine. For my very own reasons.
But I shall share my words a little more with all who finds little pleasures in my little world.
All a little more......