It has always been in the palimpsest of my memories when my grandmother used to tell me bedtime stories when I was a child. Her tales of animals, birds, trees, and forests took me to unknown lands of fantasy. One of the stories that have stayed with me was called ' Goolar ke phool '. The story was about goolar [ fig ] flowers which were seen by only lucky people, and whoever was able to see them would find a treasure or a lost kingdom. Exhilarated at the prospect of coming across a hidden treasure, I would often look curiously at the wild fig trees along the roadside in the hope of finding the flowers. As luck would have it, it's been five years since I found my ' FIG FLOWER ' and I will cherish it until death. I hope this book will definitely help you to find yours .