SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?  
You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.
 
I should open my and watch you at your work.
 
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the of the flower, but not know that it came from me.
 
When ............