It was a breezy-cool evening in Bangalore on Nov 13,2015. On traffic choked streets,I was desperate to find a decent flower shop to purchase a bouquet.
Time was fleeting ,but shops after shops were closed,may be because of the fact that it was late in the evening after three days Diwali festivities.I wanted to present nice flowers to Ujjawal and her newly married bride Kayleigh at posh YMCA hall.
After one and a half hour search ,I thought it is not feasible now.Chief Minister convoy was moving towards the venue so roads were senetised .I prayed and remembered Lord Krishna as usual though the driver had given up all hopes. Being an incorrigible optimist I told myself No,We will get it.
As time passed ,I also felt disappointed after repeated futile bids to manage the one.To give a last try I waded through traffic jams and got down from the car to go inside the crowded city .It was getting late for the event for which I had specially flown from New Delhi that morning.
The moment, I got down from the Vehicle after getting it parked in a desolate spot and started groping for the way on a dimly lit street.
Suddenly a Charming young boy,radiating sparkling energy,appeared he was dangling a basket full of flowers.These were arranged in a copybook style of world famous Ikebana.It looked as if he was asking me why don’t’ you take it.
For Split of seconds, I was frozen on the ground.I failed to decipher the situation as that was a back street of a posh market.Composing myself, I asked him to tell me the shop only.By the time, he could answer, an elderly voice was heard. A lanky fellow with a bright vermilion Tilak,with a dash of rice grains,said Take it, Take it.
I was hestitant ,but he said his new shop was full of bouquets and they were carrying best for the home.It appears it is meant for you.I looked at roses and other cut flowers ,which were almost beckoning me to accept that as it was god send bunch.
While conversation was underway,two saintly women ,both of them dressed in bright dresses, intervened and said Please, Don't hesitate ,Take it and go to bless the couple.
Red Tilaks on their fore-heads were blinding me, and of the two ,a graceful old lady insisted that there was no option but to accept it. I took out currency notes to pay the pricebut they were equally unyielding and said go to car and rush to the venue. They appeared members of some affluent family and their gait was captivating and confident.
Enroute to YMCA , I was holding that basket close to my heart as it was different.I quickly climbed up stairs to reach the roof top, the venue of the function, and stood in the queue with emotions swelling up.I was nervous while handing over the basket to the charming couple.
Bridgegroom’s father Surya Prakash,emienent journalist and his journalist wife Garima, an expert on consumers' affairs and equally known writer ,were there but I quickly handed over flowerws and slipped away to mingle with guests but could not remove my eyes from roses and the basket.
It was hundred per cent correct that the prayer was answered, But,on the other hand ,it is any body's guess whether It was an embodiment of coincidence or Lord Krishna was in air to bless the couple.
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