A lady flower seller
I don’t remember when I met her but I never forget where I met her that in her flower shop. Really it is not important that when and where I met her, but she sells flower. She sells her flowers in a corner where the four roads meet in the Gounder Mills. It is a place where the people from all the four sides come and go and all are busy with their own works and she tells me every time that, nobody has time to spend for others. There is no light in her flower shop, and when I ask her about this she smiles and tells “those who want to meet Saamy , they come here” then she smile again as she do always. She is the owner, garland maker and the sales lady of this flower shop, we can call it simply a flower shop because she has not given any name to her shop. Only a three feet wooden bench, a folding iron stool and a big basket with flowers are the main things in her flower shop. She sells Jasmin, globe amaranth, Shanmugam poo, shevanthi, hibiscus, sadafuli,arali,white chafa and the garlands of these flower she made. She comes every evening after the sun set and sits silently in the dark corner making garlands and she gets more customers on every Thursday, because most of the people go temple on Friday morning. I have to pass her flower shop every day while I am going to have dinner in a mess near to her flower shop.
I remember, once she has shouted me to move away in front of her flower shop, when I was blocked the view of her flower shop while I was making a phone call on my mobile phone. I had passed her flower shop many times before but I had not given my eye on it, May be because of the darkness in that corner, but the aroma of jasmine never minded that darkness to reach my nostrils. Her beautiful voice and the way she shouted attracted me towards her.
Instead of moving away from her shop and giving a similar reply, I walked towards her and asked about the flowers with my usual smile. It was my first time in a flower shop and I did not get the names of the flowers and her technical words about the garlands when she replied to my query. She told me to move to her side politely and not to block the view of her shop again, When she knew that I was not going to purchase anything. She was sitting in her stool and many time I had to bend towards her face to get her voice clearly in the middle of the disturbing sounds of the vehicles. She was talking with me mean while she was making garlands and selling her goods. I saw many of the people are coming and giving money to her while we were talking, she gives flowers and some time she gives garlands without stopping the talk with me. I asked her the secret of that and she replied “hey…these are all my regular customers, I know what they want..”. She put a bunch of Jasmin in my cupped hand when I told her that I have to move to my room.
We meet in all the nights while I was going to have dinner and our discussions goes to all subjects and matters happening around her world, Gounder mills and my world. But, I don’t know why she always says about love of mother and the important of caring them. I don’t know why she compels me to go home and to meet my mother when the days reach to the weak end. Many time I asked her about this matter but she says “hmmm…because I am a mother…and a grandmother…” and smiles as usual. The aroma of Jasmin permeates all my nights because she remembers to fill my hand with Jasmin.
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