Flower bloomed in the plant. It had no intention to bloom nor had any idea on what to do with the fragrance filled within.

The flower bloomed as a consequence of a plant alive. In time, in full.

Soft, tender and beautiful. It just looked like a creative imagination of the plant while being intoxicated.

The flower bloomed and air kissed the fragrance.

Bees came flying from all around, they wished the new born flower and made Love to the flower.

There began a story of yet another plant.

- Aniruddha