Well..the translation for this topic is - Here comes the flower lady!
When I grew up in Salem, we always had door service. Veggies were delivered in the morning by a lady. A guy used to bring fresh milk to the house in his bicycle. Flowers were delivered every evening - malli poo, jadi poo, oosi malli, gundu malli...etc. I miss all those things now. As soon as she's near our house, she screams - "Amma, poo ma" And then someone inside our house would scream "Poo Kari Vandhitta..". My mom would go out and buy flowers from her.
This time when I went to India, I happened to have my camera in my hand when our poo kari came. So, I got a couple of quick pictures - she was just elated to have posed for me!! I made her day!
I wish my poo kari would come and give me flowers like this everyday in the US. I wish my dhobi will come and iron my clothes everyday.....but for now, I'll keep dreaming!