Every time when I read some poetry or a book, I gaze into the words which make me stop. The way I did when I was a child, staring at the words with curiously, wondering hat they meant. New words I found, new meanings I discovered, thanks to the curious me. And who am I without that exploration. The miracles of words and the magic of expression! My eyes still gaze with the same curiosity when I encounter new words, new phrases, new idioms, new thought, new expression. It makes me wonder how beautiful it is and how how thrilling it must have been for the creator to create something that could be both, intriguing and emancipating.