I Love You To The Moon And Back…

“He is following me, mom”

These were my exact words to my mom, when I would look up to the moon and he would be following us; me, mom and dad, riding happily on our scooter back.

I was a kid and all it took me a glance of the moon to eat up my food as fast as possible or give away that dear gifts from my hand, just to protect it in a way that the moon does not snatch it from me.

That time, for me, he was a substance of something that would take away or say snatch away that tiny happiness from my palms and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing, just because of being on the Earth and he being too far in the sky. I had a conception that he can fly back to his place immediately if I try to catch him. Silly but yes, as a kid I did believe that.

Those were the days of my childhood when I wanted him so away from me and here are the days of my adulthood where every night I feel to just stare at him and talk about all the things I did in the shadow of the sun, the entire day.

And you know what, I was a bit surprised in the beginning that is the same moon that listens to me now, in the form of my entire day’s schedule and my gossips, which once, I thought he would never even consider my words.

May be I was a little too small to understand him and now I’m a little too adult to not understand him.

Now, I have had my moments with him and I and he, both knows, that I would always turn back to him in the night and would never go back without a word of seldom.

There where my interest lies and I will always be a moon child thereupon. I will always walk to and fro, with all my tales and worries, woven right to the threads of trust, because you know what? I know he will keep it safe and steady, more than anyone and everyone in the paradise.

He is blessing and I’m his blessed child, growing day by day, with a lesson from him about how he is always there, around and around on the top and just hides behind a more powerful object, only to come back even brighter and romantic the next night.

He gives me hope and he gives me tide, so as to, he will always know, he will be mine 🖤

The Orange Of My Eye

I wasn’t too much into plants and the process behind how they come to existence. However, somehow my brother and sister-in-law shifted back to Ahmedabad and they brought with them pots of different size and shapes, all fused with grown seeds of different lengths. The way through the balcony falls from my room but I never bothered to go and water them even once a month.

And this was all noticed purely by my family members and especially my sister-in-law who is just in love with her plants and feed her babies on daily basis. One day, while she was ploughing some new seeds and by god’s grace I entered the place. As always I wasn’t much interested but we talked about them for few minutes and there where she told me how they crave us to talk to them and they crave me more as I share the same room with them. So, she advised me to just say random ‘Good morning’ to them when I wake up and see how beautifully they nurture.

Therefore , I started this practice and it hardly lasted for two to three days, not even a fortnight. And those who knows me well, knows this would have surely happened. So, this is how I was introduced to the beauty of plants sometime back by my sister in law.

Later, my interest didn’t grew 10x but stopped at 2x when I visited ‘Satvik’ festival with my parents and I was introduced to seed pens and seed pencils by ‘Farmsindia’. And trust me, the girl standing there was so perfect in her marketing speech that she convinced me to purchase 5 such pens on the very same spot. I still didn’t pay much attention to the process until I started to read more and more about sustainability and it’s need to adopt in our surroundings.

And when you start to believe something, you start to adopt it by yourself and try to infuse in your daily schedule. I started using eco-friendly materials as much as possible and then there was these seed pens accompanying me at all places, wherever I step, tip and toe.

While I was slowly getting used to thus new concept and altering my habits, in no time, it was the month of Ganesha festival in India and I was sure he would be present at my home this year too.

So, for that too, my sister-in-law and brother decided for an eco-friendly idol as well as decided to not sulk the idol into the river, but instead do all the process in the house and keep the mud to use for important purposes.

We planted the waste of flowers and some seeds along with the waste mud at my aunt’s place as she had some extra space in her garden. We didn’t look back but we knew she would take the best of the care of it; possible.

Here, today, I’m at her place and this little floret is what I see in front of my eyes. At first, I couldn’t believe that this came into existence through the same waste but then soon I recovered and got into senses, just to fall again; but this time, deeply in love with her.

I have seen this flower a hundred and a million times before but never have I ever admired it so much and for so long. May be more than she is little, she is the efforts of love, care and waste.

I know this won’t make much of a difference in anyone’s life, but for me, it has really does and I know she will stay immortal in my life.

Happiness is sometimes just a little effort and a little bunch of florets. Try to find it as often as possible.

Big thanks to my brother (Nihar Dave) and Sister-in-law (Namrata Pandya Dave) for introducing me to them. The tribute to this satisfaction and happiness goes to them. Love you both.

If you have ever experienced such joys in your life, you can share with me at readywithriya@gmail.com