Can I believe my eyes?
How do I trust my senses?
With sheer unbelief, I started twitching my eyelids.
With utter mistrust, I started testing my senses.
Never had I seen someone so scholarly attending my sessions.
Seldom I sense someone reshaping the uttered words into structured treatises at ease.
No one has any idea how happy I am.
Did someone tell you anytime that you have the gift of words?
No wonder, if it is so.
But, did someone tell you that you have the extraordinary gift of abstraction?
You are focused. You have an enviable power of clasping.
May God bless you to be a mother of infinitude of written words.