jab wo miley-

-she  looked  at  the  card  she  held  in her  hands, it  was  a  golden  card  thick  and  beautiful  red  and  yellow  flowers  on it  were  so  attractive,  the  card  was  fragrant  , inhaling  a  long  deep  breath of  it  she  kept  it  on the  the  pile  of  other  cards  on her  bed,  what  surprised  her  was  all  the  cards  outdid  each  other, the  flowers  on each  and  every  card  was  different  in colour  design  and never  repeated , had  he  been to  some  magical  garden where  such  flowers  grew, she  had  never  seen  such  pretty  flowers  anywhere, but  accepting  them  without  aswering  any  must  have  kept  him going  , now  no  space  was  left  in her  room to  keep  them , soon she  would have  to  squeeze herself  or  find  moving  out  of  her  own room for  the mountain of glorious  cards  , some  hand  painted, but  her  silence  was  taken  as positive  or  why  would  someone  keep  on sending  her  cards, now  she  decided  was  time  to  reply