“Aunty, the red roses need trimming. I will shift the white begonias to the shade and remove the withered milli flowers. I have got fertilizer for the yellow hibiscus.” Saying so, Amit continued his work while she smiled, watering the plants. She could feel the colors as he spoke. Before Amit became her neighbor, all she saw was black.
Amit relocated to bring her out of the shell she pushed herself into. He refrained to tell her that he was the kid she saved in an accident, thereby losing her eyesight ten years ago. Their bonding and the garden bloomed.