Every morning an old man in the neighborhood came walking down the street with those small baskets. She wasn't known to sell them, but she just gave those baskets of flowers away, maybe to shopkeepers, to bike men and even kids around.
We were surprised about her gesture. Then we asked her one day, why does she always do what she has to do? But she kept on saying, because love only grows when it is given away. So this taught me that sometimes we think love has to be grand, just a romantic gesture, a perfect person, or just give love.
Love can just be a kind word, a smile, helping someone or those that grow those. So that old man reminds me that love can be a kind word, a smile, helping someone, or those that grow those. Every day that love doesn't have to wait for that perfect time.
You just scatter it like flowers and somehow it finds its way back, maybe not today, maybe someday, and in a very most respected way. Today the lady decided to share flowers, and that was an issue of love everywhere. And she fed feed for that, and she was happy that she could spread love as her own way.
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