“Dont pluck my flower!” a banshee like voice startled the old woman stooping over the plant.
“Just one flower!” she grinned, baring her toothless gum, as if to charm the little boy standing right behind her, hands on his hips, glaring at her.
“It’s first flower…” he sulked. “I will give you the second one if you come back…” then he picked it up himself, the wrinkled face of the old woman reminded him of his granny he has lost recently.
“Thank you so very much baba!” she grinned happily before hobbling away.
He went to the plant after returning from school, to check if there are any new buds… the whole tree was filled up with buds.