Greetings from me,

It was about four years ago. It was a cold afternoon of January. I was passing through an old way where most of the dried thorns and lifeless bushes were. But amidst the same lifeless twigs, I saw a small white flower, straight, plain, but very special in myself. His petals were fine like a paper, and there was a slight pink color in the middle as if someone had painted it very tenderly.

On the same day, I took some pictures of that flower from my mobile. Neither the name of that flower was known nor his age. But know why I felt that it was not a one -time meeting. At that time, perhaps I just took pictures like this, but whenever I open the gallery of my phone, my eyes first go to these pictures.

Time passed by. I changed the phone, change the memory card, but the pictures of these flowers have been kept with me even today. A lot of lost in these four years, but these pictures are still like that, neither Mitin, nor torn. Their color did not even fade, nor the feeling of that day.

These are not just flowers, these are memories of that moment, in that quiet afternoon which will never come back. When I look at them, it seems that I am meeting an old friend and a friend who was quietly with me, and is still today.

All Images by @pathanapsana