"Dummy, which one is so cute?" "Do you know which flower I really like?"  " He stopped asking in a way that aroused her curiosity. " Which uncle, which flower?  " She hurriedly said. " Usha is my favorite flower, more beautiful than all flowers;  Sundaram said that Usha is a big bouquet of flowers.

He laughed. "Go away, uncle," Usha whined as if you were joking. "You really are a big flower;  Your face is a strong rose.  Even your hands are small roses;  Eyes dark blue : Feet lotus ;  Even your nose is a beautiful flower.  "I don't know its name," he said, holding her bulbous nose with his two fingers and shaking it. "Go away uncle, aren't you a good uncle?"  ' She said then she stood in silence as if she was thinking something.  

What is Usha's idea?  Sundaram asked.  "Flowers are strong; beauty looks like little angels smiling beautifully; why shouldn't flowers that bloom beautifully and give happiness stay like this forever? Why do they wither?" she asked, "Seriously".  " Everything beautiful perishes quickly . Or fades away .

Are not flowers an example of that ? " Ah . The skirt of the dear philosopher " That is, the beautiful philosopher who shows in the skirt " You give work to your brain beyond your age. You are a child, a sparrow, a colorful insect.  , without worry The preacher said, "You are playing like a model, Sundaram. Wow," the little girl threw the flowers and ran away.

 Sundaram shouted loudly that "monkey" is red.  He was annoyed that the girl was ruining the beautiful flowers like that.  Usha left without looking back.  Bring her beautiful flowers tomorrow;  He thought he should see her face smiling like a big rose.  'If you think about something, it becomes something else' is a common thing in life. It was the same with Sundaram. 
 
The next day he could not go for a walk towards the highlands. Some people came to see him and talk about some important things. The next day....then....continue.  He couldn't go there for ten days. He had to go out of town. When Sundaram came back, he went for a walk in the evening. He went to his usual place. Usha would be playing. When she saw him, she would be angry with Moonji and ask him why he didn't come for so long.

He walked fast to fly. Beneath the big banyan tree, there was no girl like the diamond needle of the magnifying glass. Her playthings were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around, suspecting that the bouquet was wandering to collect the colorful flowers. The life poem was nowhere to be found.