When I was a kid, I used to have a garden with a huge hibiscus tree. And hibiscus is known for its sacredness in India. And there was an aunty in the neighborhood who used to go to the temple early in the morning. She has stolen our blooms for years. And maybe after sometime she had taken for granted and didn’t feel the need to take any permissions as well.
And my grandma was always surprised as to who plucked those flowers. She used to wait for the buds to open up and bloom. Now we don’t have that garden in front of our house. And I haven’t seen that aunty in the longest time.
//Day 3 entry