My mother and I went for the Baishakhi shopping. The market was certainly crowded as people were engaged in shopping for the Bengali New Year. The shops had the time of their sales with several people emerging in and out of the shops with loads of shopping bags in their hands. In this very crowd while seeing a pair of earrings, I noticed a very young lady with two kids holding her hands. What surprised me was that when several people found it difficult to spare time so as to pay at least a single visit in every shop (since the shops are instructed to be shut by 8.30) this young lady was staring at the bright, colourful objects from the glass windows, not even bothering to ask the price. Just then her young daughter called out to say 'Maa. ajkeo ki amra kichoo kinbo na?' (Mother, aren't we going to buy anything even today?). The mother replied very softly- 'na maa kalke kine dibo (No, my child I'll buy you something tomorrow). Those were the only few words that a mother could say to console her daughter. The three of them didn't stand there any longer. Instantaneously, I felt my eyes watering, my heart crying out and found it difficult to shop anymore. I came out of the mall and took a deep breath. Why is that when flowers of happiness shower upon this mighty world only few are fortunate to get them while the others are turned away empty-handed?