I couldn’t stop looking at her. I thought the reason I noticed her was her nice turban and clothes. But actually, it wasn’t. It was rather the way she was. The quietness and balance she emitted. I was still thinking: There was one more thing about her. The flowers. Unfortunately, I realised too late to take a close up of them. I can still see her in my mind holding these, on first glance ordinary looking, small dried up flowers with such love and care.