After my usual clicking spree on one of the weekends at Lal Bagh; near the sequestered area where they cultivate lotuses and water ilies, I met a Swedish lady who was calling out to her 5 year old son telling him to not touch the wild-grass which had by now started to emerge amidst the decaying zinnia flower beds just ahead of us. We broke into a conversation and somehow it came to those flowers growing in the big lotus shaped cauldrons behind us. While until recently, I had not acquired the subtle (?) distinction between a water lily and a lotus, I now knew that the flowers I had just clicked back there were indeed water lilies. The lady’s English vocabulary, though sufficiently functional, lacked this one noun - ‘water lily’. After a couple of failed attempts at describing the flowers, I finally mentioned that they were the same flowers that Monet used to paint fondly and immediately all communication gaps between us vanished!