There was a time when love didn’t arrive as a text.
It showed up with a single flower. Tucked shyly behind the back, offered with trembling hands and eyes that couldn’t hold the gaze for too long.
Back then, a flower wasn’t just a flower. It meant I saw this and thought of you.
There were no grand gestures, rather small ones that meant everything. Because back then love was all about handwritten notes pressed between the pages, and wrapped in brown paper. Then left on ones’ doorsteps with nothing but hope.
Ulfat Scarf is a reminder that maybe we’re still longing for that kind of love. One that grows slowly, and says everything… with just a flower.
