Updated On: 23 May, 2022 08:34 AM IST | Mumbai | Meher Marfatia
From personal photos and vintage vignettes to food and poetry, the surprise gifts this column brings remain warm and varied

Gandhiji’s disciple Manuben showing his hand-stitched slippers to Nehru and Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit
My head swirled in a floral haze from the response to last fortnight’s piece on summer flowers about to fall soon to impending rain. The prettiest visuals of readers’ favourite blossoms, besides those already printed on these pages, flooded my phone and mailbox. Treated to the sight of trees blooming outside their windows, I delightedly identified clusters of orange gulmohar, violet jacaranda and crepe myrtle—the glorious purplish Pride of India.
Specific examples offered included the Burmese pink cassia outside PVM Gymkhana. Another told the tale of a copper pod behind the Doongerwadi (Towers of Silence) gate at Kemp’s Corner—sprouting steadily luxuriant since it was planted in the 1970s by a sukharwala faithfully watering it as he stood there selling sandalwood every day.