Communicating with the Beyond

A little patch of red white and pink plant fronting a shanty made me stop in my tracks.

Do you tend to this plant? I asked the shack-dweller, a recluse.


Where did you get this from?

Himalayan forest. I collect fodder from there.

Do you know its name?

Poinsettias. But I didn’t know it at first.

Why this one of all plants?

Its colours get me somewhere. Few things can sustain me the way its art of flashing a smile does.

I humbly put in his hands whatever little I had in my pocket and went on my way.

First published in f3

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