Getting down from the Model Town station I spied the herald of Spring. I picked up my pace before he could get back on his cycle rikshaw and disappeared.
As I started bargaining half heartedly, Hari, talked lovingly about his plants highlighting each one’s speciality that made it worth the money. He brings plants from Najafgarh and peddles them regularly in the Model Town area.
“I didn’t want to play the game to quote more and then say take it for less. I am selling it at a price that sells. The festival is almost here. I want to earn some money and go home.” he said, referring to Holi, the festival of color in North India. His home is a village near Kanpur he shared, with a longing smile.
Thanks for bringing these colors to my garden before Holi. Wish your’s is colorful too!
devayani tirthali 