In Appa’s flower shop, Juhi knows the language of love – lilies for adoration, irises for hugs and kisses. She knows the language of faith – frangipani for full moon days, red hibiscus for the temple. But when Appa tells her that her favourite customer has passed away, she does not know the language of grief. What flowers will Juhi choose to remember a man who was always so full of life?
