Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.
Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener sitting among the moonflowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies. He never tired admiring his love even after 50 years!
Evenings, the elderly couple liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.
He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”
scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing