O ther Day up with the lark,I was in Cubbon park in Bengaluru.fresh air and fragrance of flowers were bathing environs. Magic hours of nature were about to commence with sun rise.In dimly lit expanse of the sprawling park, I noticed a few young men,clad in winter clothings ,were engrossed in arranging cut flowers . they were gently handing flowers and buds while fixing them in twisted iron rings and large plates of mosses. I was spell bound with myriad variety of flowers of bright hues.fresh air was blowing and chirping birds- surprisingly sparrows- were giving background music to the natures dance. The absorbing early morning scenario left me confused whether to go for the brisk walk or quietly stand near bunch of flowers to breathe air and enjoy wafting fragrance. The joy was short lived when it flashed suddenly in my mind that it is one such location where a budding takent was crushed wi...