Taken at the Lal Bagh Independence Day flower show 3 days ago. I went to the flower show on the 14th this time, and was able to avoid the 15th August crowd. I don’t know if it is the new Government, but for the first time in the last 5 years or so, it actually felt like someone one was spending time, money and effort to improve Lal Bagh. The bougainvillea covered pathway at the Double Road entrance had been paved afresh. The road that leads you to the glasshouse had been rebuilt and the sidewalks on its either side had been broadened. There were a lot of other little touches - a fresh coat of paint here, a few manicured lawns there, that made the place feel new”.

And still, I seemed to lack that intensity of purpose with which I’ve visited the flower shows at Lal Bagh in past. Perhaps it was the weight of pictures of hundreds of zinnias, bougainvilleas, dahlias, marigolds and numerous other flowers, that I’ve clicked in past and done nothing with, that was bogging me down. Perhaps 5 years is really a long time to be visiting the same flower show with roughly the same flowers in roughly the same arrangements. Perhaps I was upset at not having been able to travel anywhere on a long weekend. Perhaps it was all of these reasons. I better exorcise my ghosts before the next flower show on the 26th of January!

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