Finally!!! Someone sends me a love letter. Okay... not exactly a letter... a poem.
I met him 6 months back. Statistically speaking, we would have interacted for 40mins everyday for 7 days. During the last 6 months, we would have spoken over phone... may be 4 times. Each call lasting not more than 2 mins. Then we met last week. This time our interactions were even reduced.
But, in those few mins that we interacted. I could see his interactions move from harmless flirting to calculated compliments to that respect for the entire package that I am - the mother I am.
PS.
I have the poet's and his wife permission to publish this.
