The Words I Would Say

    So I met a child today. I met her by the well, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was waiting for her, patiently I might add, to hand over the drawer she was gradually getting attached to. Sooner than I expected, she dropped it and headed for her chores, which I guess she needed the water for.     Now soaked in my own thoughts, I started to draw water. Of course this was not my first drawing, or drawing with that bucket. I had unconsciously devised a method to draw water quicker, and I had a fair idea of the number of times it would require to fill that bucket and possibly any other bucket I had used before. But I was a little distracted. I had to rinse the bucket, which I was sure would only mess up my count.     As I pulled what I was sure would be the last, I pulled a rosary with the drawer. Flashes of the superstitious played on in my mind, until the rosary was tightly clutched in my hand, and my fear literally kicked aside. I loo...

An odd title, and certainly something imagined and mentioned in pretty intense conversations, but hardly an experience. An experience out of the ordinary - one you or I would never trade for anything. It’s not about great dates (you've had your fair share of those). It certainly goes beyond feeling giddy after spending time with that special someone, rather, it encompasses those and so much more in between. But that’s just my opinion of what the perfect date should be. I know you have yours stuck somewhere in your imagination, bringing smiles to your face every time it is brought to working memory. But I too have an idea of the perfect date; a picture I’d love to paint if you’d let me.                 My idea of a perfect date? I don’t know. I've never been on a date, and personally, I’d hate for my wild imagination to create even more fantasies and expectations than I already have. But it’s so hard to ignore....