The maid opened the door of the bedroom to check if her memsaab was up from her sleep. She scanned the room as she always did to make sure everything was in place. Satisfied that nothing was amiss she was about to shut the door again when her gaze took in the peculiar that her eyes were not accustomed to. It was the earthen vase sitting on the table just below the bay window. Yes it was in its usual place as her memsaab was very particular about thing being kept tidily in place where they belonged.

What was unusual was the fresh bunch of flowers that rested in the vase…… their faint scent filling the room. She had never seen flower in this vase before. At least not since saab had left.

It was a year and a half since her memsaab was on her own after the divorce. She had never anticipated that this beautiful couple who seemed so comfortable in their lives would choose to separate and resort to a thing like divorce. It had come as complete shock to her.

Memsaab was not the same ever since. She seemed to withdraw into a shell, never leaving the room, not meeting people and never chatting with the neighbors. A look of sadness and gloom enveloped her. She perhaps cried a lot too when alone, looking at the dark circles under her eyes. She felt sorry for her memsaab and wished something good would happen to cheer her up.

But today these flowers seemed to speak to her a different story, seeming to send some kind of a signal. Where did they come from………who brought them? Was there a visitor last night? Memsaab didn’t meet anybody all this while. Nor was there any occasion celebrated in all these days after saab left. Then who sent the flowers? The question persisted in her mind as she went about her chores.

Did her memsaab have a secret admirer? Was there someone wanting to fill up her life with joy and laughter once more? Was there someone hoping to bring her memsaab back to life with the radiance of the blossoms in the vase spreading their sweet fragrance?

Yes that is what it has got to be. That seems a fit explanation for the presence of those flowers next to the window. Feeling satisfied with this new revelation and feeling happy for her memsaab she went into the kitchen to prepare tea to rouse her memsaab and greet her with a beaming smile.