She picked a few jasmine flowers, arranged them against the garland and adeptly tied them together with the thread . The aroma of the flowers beckoned her to travel to those happier days, she drifted slowly. Back to those days when her son used to play with the thread and the flowers as she tied the flowers together. Jasmines were his favourite, he used to play with the few flowers she used to tie together for him. In the evenings she used to sell the garlands in the local market with her son on her lap. After school, her daughter also joined her there until they had sold all the flowers. Life was simple but joyful and pleasant.

She felt the closest to him while she made garlands, jasmines bought back all the fond memories.

The high fever that ensued after losing her son to pneumonia had left her nearly blind. The doctors in the nearby government hospital had told her that it could be cured. But she refused treatment; they could not afford it, also her senses were powerful now. She could recall the memories with greater strength, his touch, his wails , his cry, his laughter, the way his soft body felt in her hands, she missed him dearly. She felt the closest to him while she made garlands, jasmines bought back all the fond memories. She remembered his bewitching smile, she affectionately felt the half-done garland in her hand and smiled deeply as tears trickled down her cheeks. In the evenings, she and her daughter, Chaitra sold the flowers in the nearby market.
Renuka bought flowers from the blind woman as they made their way to the temple. In the temple they handed the basket containing coconut, flowers, incense, fruits and the call letter to the priest. Today, she had received her call letter for her first job, she could not stop laughing.

The extended family watched as they laid their sweet Mohini into the magnificently decorated cradle.

He twirled the jasmine garland around the railings of the iron cradle, the entire hall was decorated in flowers. It was a joyous day – the naming ceremony of their daughter. They had decided on Mohini. The extended family watched as they laid their sweet Mohini into the magnificently decorated cradle. His wife picked a flower and playfully threw it on their daughter and continued to tickle her belly. Mohini clapped her hands and laughed.

She tried desperately to be brave and hold back the tears but in vain. The hot wax from the candle splattered on the wax covered floor and splashed onto her feet and burned her but she cared less.

Jia looked around the church frantically not knowing what to do with the candles and flowers. It had been more than a decade since she stepped into the place. She watched a man bind the candles with flowers and then walk over to light them from another man who was standing there and praying with lit candles, she did the same. She stood in a corner and held the lit candles tightly and prayed, painfully pleaded for the recovery of her mother-in-law. She tried desperately to be brave and hold back the tears but in vain. The hot wax from the candle splattered on the wax covered floor and splashed on her feet and burned her but she cared less. The band of lilies protected her hands from the wax.

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered even harder. She took a deep breath as she stepped onto the altar.

She clutched the bouquet of exquisitely decorated flowers tightly as she walked down the aisle with her father. He was standing at the altar looking regal in a suit , as she stared at him their eyes met and she immediately blushed. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered even harder. She took a deep breath as she stepped on the altar.

Feeling silly after a few seconds of standing there and staring up at the tree she continued walking and aimed the flower at a tiny puddle. The flower hit the puddle and the ripples reached the edges of the puddle.

She walked down the wet road teary eyed  and with a heavy heart. It had been a disastrous day in school, she had fought with her friends, had got punished by the teacher, broken a beaker in the lab. She felt lonely, she blotted  her eyes with a tissue. A sudden breeze made a tree dance like a drunk man and shower her with its flowers. She looked up at the tree, pouting, half expecting it to talk and comfort her. Feeling silly after a few seconds of standing there and staring up at the tree she continued walking and aimed the flower at a tiny puddle. The flower hit the puddle and the ripples reached the edges of the puddle. She thought to herself, maybe things would be better tomorrow or maybe not, but there was no point in pouting at a tree and she looked back at the tree and laughed to herself.

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