Phoolon se baatein . . .

One year, at the end of summer, when all the flowers had withered away, and the front lawns lay barren, God knows what my mother thought – she sprinkled both the lawns with the seeds of white chrysanthemums. She said they were resilient enough for the expected Indian monsoon.

I am not really sure if it was the right season, when are they in season, or any other details, but I remember waking up on a Sunday morning, a month later maybe, and walking out to a beautiful sheet of white flowers. That has remained one of my most beautiful memories.

I love flowers (in comparison to how everyone else hates ‘em).

I can immediately think of two songs which are so well written about flowers (Hindi: Phool), that you could actually smell a bouquet of your favorites when you listen to these …

I would call this song - Pure happiness



Here is why romance is incomplete without Phool!