Flowers are described as a symbol for supramental invocation. They are nature’s best communicators.A flower for every occasion.
In birth. In death. In marriage.In celebration.
The first flowers I remember are the small white flowers on the hills of Pashan, Pune-where my first school Loyola was.
I once gave a small flower to my father. He kept it in the book which he studied for his exams. That flower dried up and became a symbol for many nice times and an inspiration for studies. It was this prayer in the flower which blossomed into many nice times. Even today, after over thirty years, that flower lives on. In one forgotten corner of the world our dreams come to life.
My son Sahil gave me a bougainvillea flower, picked up at Observation post, Mumbai. I keep it in the book of differential diagnosis which I read everyday. Opening those pages and going through that purple flower, inspires and directs.
One day I went to the Greek Church of Tripoli with a friend. To light candles for her brother who died recently. St.George, established in 1647, has been many things over the centuries. A Turkish prison. A school. Today we went there and prayed silently. The past five years have been tough. Parents gone, one year after another.
The elder brother died of cancer.”Take care of your sisters” he said. The younger one died in his sleep, the next year.
Silent tears of memory, amongst the scent of flowers.
There are flowers for every occasion. Nature’s greatest communicators.