Florist Life Pleasure & Sorrow (A true story) By Vaman AcharyaThe morning sun was bright and the sunlight was warm. The sparrow was chirping on a tree. I was glancing over the headlines of the newspaper, while tasting the aroma of filter coffee. I saw the gate was open. An elderly woman entered inside for alms."Why did you come inside?"I asked her in anger.She saw my face and tears rolling down on her cheeks."I am Shivamma, florist," replied in a faint voice.I could recognise her only after she told her name. I am seeing her after a gap of three