By Srimoyee Chowdhury 15 July 2025
Outside Kolkata’s Victoria Memorial sits Yogendra, beside a basket of flowers. He doesn’t fix a price. “Pay as you wish,” he says. “This is not my business. This is my pleasure..
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Fluent in English, Yogendra speaks with a calm wisdom that feels rare in today’s world. His words, much like his flowers, are offered freely — thoughtful, measured, and deeply kind.
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He doesn’t call this work. “This is not my profession; this is my pleasure,” he reiterates, “I am not in search of money.” His goal is to live simply.
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His philosophy is quiet but radical: profit isn’t the point. “My target is peace,” he explains. And with that, he returns to arranging the blooms in his basket.
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There’s no sales pitch. Just a man, his flowers, and a message of peace. Many stop to listen. Some take a flower, some leave a coin. He never insists.
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In a city rushing past, Yogendra sits still and content. His real offering is something money can’t buy: presence, patience, and a belief that kindness should never come with a price tag.
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In every flower he hands out, lies a quiet act of defiance — a challenge to the idea that everything must be bought, that kindness must be earned. For Yogendra, giving is its own reward.
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