“Ishitha Ji, will this do?”, enquired Raftaar. He picked up a bouquet of red roses placed in the queue on the adjacent table. They visited a bouquet shop. Ishitha, in a white salwar and red dupatta pinned on her left, shook her head, with her big fat silver earrings swinging along. She stood at the end of the corridor separating two opposite racks of bouquets. She rushed towards him with a bouquet of white lilies as focal flowers and green tulips constituting the secondary flowers. “Oh, come on! Red flowers?”, asked she, shrugging along. “Why? What’s wrong? Girls love red,