He was at the tailor’s with the cloth material that Amma had given him. This tailor, Mr. Bangera, had had his shop in the same spot for many years. Daddy used to get his own shirts stitched by him. Raj was standing at the entrance with the cloth in a plastic bag. He was hesitant to enter. He looked down at the bag and, through the gap between his hand and the opening, saw the lavender flowers peep up.