We normally do not undertake deliveries so far away, but the client was willing to pay and we couldn’t afford to refuse. My arms ache from having to hold the flowers up over my head so they did not get crushed in the train. I have no idea what the message says- even if I could read, I would not want to pry. But I know that I will miss the bouquet when I hand it over- when you are responsible for someone on a Mumbai train, you develop warm feelings for it.
I hope the lady likes the flowers.
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