Sita had shifted to a new house. It was in the first floor of an individual house. The house was small and compact, with a little garden in the front. There were many flowering plants and trees and small pots holding different kinds of plants. Sita had a natural love for plants and flowers and she loved watching the garden from her 1st floor balcony. There were two rose plants, one hibiscus plant and many other plants. After two weeks she noticed a small rose bud in one of the rose plants. She kept watching it daily and one day it bloomed into a beautiful rose flower. What impressed her more was the colour of the flower. It was a combination of pink and cream colour. Day by day, it was becoming bigger. The second plant also started blooming. It was also the same colour. The hibiscus plant also started blooming. It was a light orange colour. There were so many of them and Sita was delighted to see them. One day, a small girl knocked the gate. The house owner opened the door. The little girl requested the house owner to give her one rose flower. She said that she wanted to offer it to the Goddess in the temple. “No, no” said the house owner. “We are not giving the flowers to anyone. They look more beautiful on the plants”. “But sir”, said the girl, “I want only one flower”. “No, no, go away and don’t waste my time” said the house owner angrily and sent the girl away. Sita was watching the conversation from her balcony. But she kept quiet. The next day was Friday. Sita got up early in the morning. Every Friday she used to perform pooja at her house. She always went to her balcony to have a look at the beautiful garden and its flowers. Just watching them gave her immense pleasure and peace of mind. Suddenly she noticed a movement in the garden. She watched closely. It was the house owner’s son. What he did shocked her beyond words. He climbed up their compound wall and jumped into their neighbour’s house. That house also had a garden bigger than this one. After some time, he returned in the same way. The neighbours weren’t awake at that time. He carried a plastic bag full of different kinds of flowers. She prepares some sweet every Friday and used to give some prasad to her house owner’s family. Hence after finishing her pooja , she took some Sweet Pongal which she had prepared and and went down to give it to them. She glanced at the pooja room. It was decorated with different kinds of flowers. “Oh! Lovely. Where did you get these flowers?” she asked her house owner. “We bought it from the shop yesterday” said the house owner’s son. Sita became angry. “Don’t lie Srikant” she said to the boy. I saw what you did. He looked down in shame. Then she turned towards the house owner. “You did not have the mind to give one single flower from your garden to that little girl yesterday. You don’t want to perform pooja with the flowers grown in your garden. You have made your son also to do a wrong thing. Do you think God will accept your pooja?” she asked angrily. The house owner also looked down in shame. Sita went to her home hoping the mindset of the house owner will change soon.