There is something electrifying about flowers, isn't there? The pallet of colors is as rejuvenating as a splash of water from a gushing stream. The redolence is as enticing as nectar is to bees. The patterns as jovial as a beaming six year old. But all this holds water only in a garden. While it still lives and breathes.
Whenever someone presents a bouquet of flowers wrapped up in dazzling polythene material, I get saddened. Why to waste these astounding creations of nature to honor someone? Why to deprive a garden of its conjuration? If all you desire is to show a mark of respect, a genuine expanse of words will do, a passable gesture will do, or simply, a smile will do.
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