‘I wonder why you have been at it for so long, he is not a one to concur’ Sneha says.
‘Sneha, he will today . It will be my 13th time requesting him . You know, the lucky 13’ , Maya winks.
‘You are wasting your time’, Sneha reprimands.
Mr. Anil Srivastava’s calm demeanor brings the friendly bickering to a sudden halt.
‘Good morning, sir. I was here yesterday and the day before ‘, Maya says.
‘I remember. What is it that you want to know about my humble life’, came Sneha’s unanticipated answer.
‘Sir , I was wondering , if you would be okay with sharing the story of ‘ Nandaja’s blossoms’. I want to write about it and about you – its mentor.’
Mr. Srivastava opened up to Maya’s questions like he had never before.
He had perhaps sensed her earnestness.
‘ You see these flower pots. My wife Nandaja loved flowers and so I dedicate a pot to each precious orphan in Nandaja’s home. The parent-less or abandoned children too are beautiful blossoms and gifts to our world.’
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