Hibiscus. Every morning, there are 8 to 10 flowers. The ladies in the neighborhood fight among themselves to pluck this flower to be offered at the temple. Just thinking. This plant has no freedom. It cannot move away from the spot where it has been planted. It cannot even protect itself against these women. BUT still, it keeps booming. Day after day. What about us? Do we bloom where we are planted? In spite of adverse conditions? Or do we see the grass on the other side of the fence as greener?