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 firstname.lastname@example.org