The crusade

She stopped. Standing close to the broad edging of the flower beds; she bent over like a bow…
Whenever she comes to Rangoli and sees the rare specimens of cacti peeping out from between the arrangement of rocks placed by the main entrance; she is transfixed. In fact she is tempted to pilfer one; hide it in her purse quickly before the doorman; standing there rigidly like a mannequin in a shop window; catches her.
—from this book