The templates grow a wing; travels light with one or two lines. Catchy phrases. I fumble on a wrong phrase. Is it meant for me? Uncertainty descends. I let it remain on the sill of my inbox, forever. Then I forget.
Dear Ku, I came upon this little gem only now and I am sorry to see that it went down without a reply, though it surely has been read and appreciated. It is thought provoking and wise too. It would be a pleasure if you visited Pip more often. Love, Margherita