(1)A boy orphaned at birth grows up making his flower garden, trancing a flower fairy of that garden as his illusioned mother. Like a fresh flower, he scents the world inside him apart from the realities of society. But when his flower is plucked eventually by the force of his fate, he discovers friendship, love, passion and finally hatred that drowns him, tearing his petals, under the water. (2)Phulkumar albeit aims for the subtlest nuances of emotion, is a comedy in the Chekhov’s sense of the world - a visceral, inertly brooding study, of a children’s coming-of-age in a half formed petit bourgeois limbo. Despite all the third world avant-garde stances this is a simple film, a sweet anti-ironic fairy tale.