The Mothers, in English, so they are called in India are widows, widowed of their lives, who gained a home under the auspice of the Maitri Society.

I wanted to make them happy. I thought hard in a minute's flash I went to the market by the city's temple I bought abundance of flowers and we took pictures.

The flowers were blessed in a deep-in- the-heart prayer at the small, shrine to Rhada at the center of their home. Later the flowers were placed, respectfully, excitedly, by the small shrines next to their own beds; each Mother has her own private shrine.

Thus with Lotus flowers, yellow Marigold garlands and the Jasmin we ended the day, celebration of photos shooting, happiness and singing.