The drive back home from work is perfect mayhem! Every inch of space on road is taken up, rendering it invisible, as it gets lost in a sea of vehicles. The restlessness & edginess of the occupants announced through horns as everyone plays their part in the “Symphony of Cacophony”. I survive the madness & make it back to my abode. As I climb the stairs to my 4th floor apartment, with every step, I leave the chaos behind. The lush potted plants on every landing offer respite from the concreteness of the city & the soul of its inhabitants. Green is my favorite color & as the leaves dance brightly against the grey of the concrete, I fall in love with it a little more! Unknown to myself, I break into a smile looking at the new leaves uncurling from the tip of the money-plant growing happily in Meera’s old bicycle-turned-planter. As the old, yellow leaves live out their last days, shining bright in the face of impending decay, I realize that birth & death are part of the same spectrum. What began, HAS to end! The bicycle is a reminder that we need to keep moving in between the beginning & the end.
The many hues of the leaves; green, red, white, big, small, is a cue that it’s an all inclusive, all encompassing world after all. Suspend all judgment & co-exist peacefully!
The saplings express their gratitude in the form of new leaves for all the nurturing I bestow upon them.
Home + Plants (& a li’l color) = Magic!!
The attention I shower upon them is what keeps my plants happy. Yes, they “survive” on water & sunlight but they “thrive” on attention & crave it, just as we do!
Love how the nuances of “Ordinariness” in other wise mundane.
Plants & pets have the power to sort the biggest turmoil in us & renew, revive & refresh every grain of our being.
The “gudaai” (digging of soil) is often done with bare hands as I find the soil relaying calmness from my hands to my heart.
I wander my apartment (turned into a green haven thanks to my deep love for flora) indulging in “green therapy”.