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A GIFT OF FLOWER







Giving flowers is an age-old tradition. It elevates the endorphin levels to incite genuine happiness both to the giver and the recipient. A visit to a garden in full bloom can uplift and transform our spirits, such is the effect of their aura.

'Flower' and 'phool' have the same meaning in different languages.Yet the interchangeability of the usage of two words can induce an interesting effect.

An academic who was into the business of teaching young adults often embarked upon the topic of healthy diet besides the professional discourse. The emphasis on the need to eat raw fruits and vegetables was almost a second nature as much as following it.

To utter astonishment, this academician was once stopped by a student who felt indebted to his teacher. He wished to express his gratitude and hence pulled out a large green from his bag. It was a wonderful ‘Broccoli’; a distant cousin to our ‘Gobhi ka Phool’, the cauliflower.

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