It’s 5.30 in the morning, the night’s darkness is still putting up a fight with the rising sun, he’s there. Busy. From his huge bag of flowers, he is separating mallige (jasmine) from sevantige ...

S Adhil stirs gently in the cradle. The four-month-old sleeps enveloped by the fragrance of yellow and orange marigolds his mother Haseena Banu is stringing. Seated next to him, her fingers churn out ...