The flowers decided to bloom the day she left on her Delhi tour. A patch of brilliant violet in a sea of dreariness. He couldn’t stop smiling. That was so like her. She always took care of him even when she was not around. God alone knew when she had planted them and how she had found the time to water them. It was beyond him – how she had managed to time the blooms to just when his mood was starting to get sour and he was starting to miss her. Perhaps this was what they call the miracle of love?
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This is a drabble for the week’s Magpie.
Image Courtesy: Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales
uniquely priya 
ah yes … the dream of young love!
@Isabel
🙂
nice
@Kalyan
Thank you! 🙂
Yes indeed! Loved how it expressed the relationship.. well done.. 🙂
Hugs xx
@Olivia
Thanks, Olivia. Welcome here! 🙂
Lovely magpie! Wonderful vignette, Priya.
@Suko
Thanks, Suko! 🙂
Wonderful magpie! I like your reflective thoughts!
coloured perspective
@Gautami
Hey! Welcome here! I am a big fan of your poetry, and it means a lot to me that you liked this post. Thanks! 🙂
good story, nice take on the magpie.
@Louise
Thanks, Louise! Welcome here! 🙂
Timing ~ what it’s all about!
@Helen
Thanks, Helen! Welcome here! 🙂
Is that a magpie….or a personal wishlist 😛
@Harish
Both! 🙂 I would die of joy if I had violets timed for me that way. 😀
Brilliant 🙂
@Swaram
Thanks, Swaram! 🙂
magical tale..
lovely penned.
🙂
@Jingle
Thanks, Jingle. 🙂
Oh woooww.. this one really brought warm tears to my eyes, Priya.. so beautifully written!
(sigh) Love is indeed magical!!
@Kavita
Thanks a lot for the kind words, Kavita. I’m glad you liked it so much. 🙂
Very sweet.
@~T~
Thanks, and welcome here! 🙂
Lovely Priya!
@Anu
Thanks, Anu! 🙂