text: On those days, I wrote my first poem in the English language, I thought this is the right time to have a discussion on that. I recited my poem, but he cut me short and started asking why I used the word “Harmony” here. He was a professor of the English language and conduct classes in his spare time at weekends.
  The discussion started between us about the correct use of the word ‘harmony’. He was trying to convince me that harmony is like all strings come to one place and producing a piece of music. The combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce a pleasing effect.
  By his version harmony is to bring different colors together and to prepare a piece of art. As another example: his logic was about the garden full of flowers, where are different colors of flowers exist, and produces harmony.
  I was not ready to buy his logic, for me, he was telling the meaning from the dictionary, but the dictionary can not understand emotions.
  My definition of harmony was completely different from his version. In my version, I want to go into the depth of the heart and want to bring out the real meaning.