OAT with flowers

After designing pages, it was close to 1, when i collapsed in bed. After an oily breakfast of upma and paper rava dosa in mess, i dragged a reluctant kiddo Mukherjee who was saying he had 5 exams left. I had only 2 left + one submission. He said, he had not seen so many butterflies and pushed off to library the moment his tea got over.



I had started hunting for flower names ever since i read a Jhumpa Lahiri’s collection of short stories – believe it was Unaccustomed Earth. Right at the path that led from the library, there was this yellow hibiscus flower with a deep scarlet red core and at its heels were row of red geraniums exuding such shining splendour of a rising baby red sun. On the right were bushes with beetroot red leaves and hotchpotch of yellow and orange flowers along with pink and white daisies. And a row of marigolds decked the path to the OAT. Just lining the stage were these daisies again. All shades of pink daisies were there, from baby pink, amaranth pinks, ruby pinks, to fuchsia and touch of lavender magenta strewn here and there. And amongst these flowers were hovering a plethora of white and whitish green butterflies and baby bees and i found only one common mime butterfly basking in its black and white glory. All these paper thin butterflies and bees were flitting so fast from one flower to another and it made such a picturesque scene. I just removed my footwear and walked barefoot on the green grass around, gazing at these flowers and the smallest bees doing their job so early in life. The third deck in OAT had golden yellow sunflowers with marigolds and another variety of bright orange and yellow flowers. I walked by the side of these flowers and suddenly i became aware that i was stepping on these tiny-tiny yellow flowers the size of my bindi carpeted around, there was no way i could have taken another step without crushing these petite divine creations. On the whole it was so refreshing, so alleviating after the past 2 days. Now got to get back to my assignment.