may b I was 8 or 9.A day in ajjampura.My routine was go round and pluck flowers gather them in my langa,bring home and admire them.
one such day,amma was unhappy I was spoiling the flowers by plucking them.I was not bothered about what she said,was lost in my admiration of the colour,make,form of the flwers.A talk ensued between us,
me: amma.see this flower so beautiful!
amma: yes,all flowers are beautiful.
me:amma,If I sit through with the plant,can I see them bllom?
amma: No,never,You can be with it watching through out,they bloom
you donot see the action o blooming.Thats the magic.
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