![]() There were plenty of flowering plants and shrubs within our building compound and they used to sport one of those bald looks on days like Onam. Our childhood days had never seen us go shopping for flowers on Onam. How different it was when we were kids, was my first thought. It was while I was sauntering along the flower market lanes with a happy smile plastered on my face, that my thoughts automatically went tumbling down memory lane. Thoughts that took me back to the colourful festival of Onam. The air I inhaled was filled with the fragrances that only fresh flowers are endowed with. ![]() Even the periphery of my vision was soaked in a whole range of colours. The only sounds I heard were the buzzing of the busy little bees as they courted one flower after another, seeking sweet nectar. My mind ceased to register the sounds of the vehicles driving past, they failed to register the buzz of human conversation that filled the air around. ![]() Drops of water on the petals and leaves seemingly winked at the bright rays of the sun and magic danced just about everywhere that my sight focused on. Streaks of colour splashed across my vision, playing hide and seek as one colour was replaced by another, time and again. The normal canvas of life in HK which is usually muted predominantly by earth colours, took on a liveliness as the many different hues and tints sprang to life. I strolled along the many lanes of the flower market, taking in the sheer vibrancy of the flowers and revelled to the fullest possible extent in the joy and the uplifting feeling that flowers bring to the heart. As I wandered through the lanes of the flower market the other day, peace and calmness claimed me automatically and this mind of mine that usually runs in tandem with the insane pace of life in HK, slowed unconsciously. ![]()
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