The aroma of flowers, mingled with the gentle perfume of wet leaves, wafts into the nostrils as one enters the lengthy passage to the door of 61-year-old Hashmath Fathima’s home in Kalyangiri in the city. The 800 crops she has grown in her home, giving it the semblance of the exterior coated in verdure, is testimony to her zeal and effort, which Fathima’s advanced years have obviously performed nothing to dim.
