A Whisper In The Venturesome Pilgrimage

I remember my golden school days. An attractive girl and her toothy smile. She gets angry sometimes When I ask her what toothpaste she prefers. Perhaps the time brings us to a standstill? And I became a pupil in the life-school. She looks after her children with all the burdens. We met accidentally on a rainy day. 'Hey! You look like a whizz-kid.' She told me with that toothy smile. 'Thank you Blossom' I replied. 'You still remember my name.' 'How can I forget a fragrant flower? ' 'How are your wife and family? ' 'I don't have that sort.' 'Still a bachelor? ' 'Yes Madam.' 'I am a widow.' She whispered. Then I felt like the whole world collapsed on me!