A Journey To My Garden

I was inspired to write this post after reading Andrea’s thoughts at Harvesting Hecate on celebrating the harvesting season. This is my post in celebration.

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It’s almost October. I sit and try to look at the past. At first, I don’t see anything of relevance, but then I stare harder and see good memories taking shape in the invisible before me.

A year has moved in this house, but I miss the old place. I miss the vicinity which had multiple parks in it. The parks always invited me with their cheerful flowers. I had adored their companionship and their beautiful space.

The new home is good, however, concrete blocks surrounds the place. I like whites but I miss the greens of the nature.

“Charity begins from home,” they say. So I thought, why cry about something that I can’t do anything about; why not focus on something that I can do, instead. And so, a thought of a terrace garden germinated in my mind. But there was only one problem — I’m no gardner, I told myself. Having zero knowledge about gardening, I dropped the idea and didn’t even bring a single plant home.

In March of this year, my mom visited us. She surprised me with a pot of fully grown aloe vera plant. I was both happy and angry. Angry, because she had travelled a long way and all I wanted from her was to travel light. Happy, as my subconscious mind had intelligently played and surprised me with this gift. So, I accepted it with great happiness.

Every action has a reaction. I had completely failed to see the consequence that I had invited by adopting that one plant.

Misery loves company,” they say but I’m sure that my one plant was seeking for more green beings for itself.

It all starts from one tiny step, and so it started from one small plant. I went to the nursery and got some sturdy plants. Since it was March – April and we were proceeding towards hot Indian summers I needed some strong plants for my so-called garden.

I bought a reddish orange hibiscus and some green croton. I was happy. They were growing nicely.

my croton plant

When you have taken one successful step you need to stand firm and not run, but I did just that. My enthusiasm had captivated me and I bought two — one red and one white rose plants. It was a good purchase as they were in full bloom.

Disaster struck! And it didn’t happen gradually. One day I woke up to a horrifying scene. If plants could suffer from yellow fever then they were already in its tight grip. In two days, yellows too, had disappeared and given themselves to a bare brownish bush.

I’m not a gardner, but I wanted to save my new buddies. My desperate attempts made me seek help from the wise master Google. I also visited the temples of Youtube multiple times. I was losing time. Then a decision was made.

With nervous breath and a racing heart, I took a pair of scissors and did some light pruning on my friends. Just like a quack doctor I had complete faith in the survival of my patients but couldn’t guarantee the success of this surgery. Nevertheless, I was proud of myself. I had an exhilarated feeling, as if, I had extended myself to help a human being come back to life. I wanted to share this proud moment with my mom and so I called her. To my horror she revealed that I had committed a crime by pruning the roses in the months of April — the peak summer time. You see, it wasn’t a complete revelation to me because I knew that already, but I just wanted some consolation that I had taken the right step. Anyways, after the call had ended a thought stuck to my mind that whatever I had done was for the good of my plants, and I was surrounded by an illusionary belief that my plants would come back to life.

Days passed. Months passed.

My heart started sinking. “What had I done,” I thought. But the hope was still dwelling in my heart — I had not given up, yet.

Every morning at 6, I got up to water the plants. My eyes longingly scanned them for a different reality in them. Nothing happened.

My hope was now cracked.

And then, a change took place. The branches had taken a pale green colour. YES! Yes! I shouted with joy in my heart. But this time I didn’t want to share the news with anyone.

Some creepy idea crept into my mind and I started talking to them. Holding their feeble branches with my fingertips, I could recreate any scene from any movie where the doctor had advised to talk to a patient in coma for their (quick) recovery. I talked to them. I prayed to God.

Then, it was magic — when I saw, two- three green leaves had opened themselves to this world. My heart was filled with the warmth of an early morning sun and my eyes had become watery.

I Thanked God! A miracle had happened.

This time I was ready to call… my mom. It was joy. It was a victory for me. It was that moment to say… see, I was right and you, wrong, but I saved my breath from all that and when she said, “Hello!”

I said, “Mom my plants are alive. The rose plants have come back to life.”

white button rose

Months have passed since then. I look at my small garden of a countable number of pots. As one plant blooms and fades away another plant pops out its blossoms as if they are passing the baton to each other.

Looking at what I’ve achieved I’ve now become a bit daring. I’ve now started planting some herbs and veggies.

My first chilly plant, though, died suddenly like a plant heart attack of some kind. One day it was glowing green in health and the other day it had turned stiffly brown. Creepy! There was nothing to worry as I had saved some chilles from the plant. I sprinkled all the seeds. And then, it was magic, again. The chilly plant has reincarnated itself from the depth of the soil.

Baby chilly plant, veiled for protection against birds and (specially) pigeons

Now when I look at my garden, I surely feel that I’m no longer a beginner. I’ve connected well with my plants and that is all that matters.

Enjoy some pics on the way out of my garden. Thanks for visiting!

 

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My gratitude list

I’m grateful for the people who are (or had been) a part of my life in any way and helped me in my life’s learning process.

I’m thankful to my mother.

I’m thankful to my teachers in schools and colleges.

I’m thankful to my first boss.

I’m thankful to my old friends.

I’m thankful to the new friends in real as well as blog/virtual world.

I’m thankful to those friends too, who had crossed my path and have now walked their separate ways. I wish them great happiness and peace in their lives.

I’m thankful to all my family members.

I’m thankful to my blogger friends, followers and readers.

I’m thankful to my community groups.

I’m thankful to my colleagues.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me meditation.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me reiki.

I’m thankful to the people who had hurt me in any way. I forgive them, and accept it as a necessary learning curve of my life.

I’m thankful to the guard of my building.

I’m thankful to my domestic help.

I’m thankful to the person from whom I buy my grocery.

I’m thankful to the services of the postman.

I’m thankful to the delivery person who brings things that I order.

I’m thankful to the waiter who serves me at a restaurant.

I’m thankful to the cook who serves me food at a restaurant or my office.

I’m thankful to the farmers who grow food in abundance for me.

I’m thankful to all the positive people in my life.

I’m thankful to the people who speak nicely to me.

I’m thankful to the people who share their abundant knowledge, wisdom and information with me.

I’m thankful to the person who had cut my hair.

I’m thankful to my employer.

I’m thankful to the beautician’s services.

I’ve heard people talk about gratitude journals. I would love to have a separate journal for it, but I haven’t started it yet.  I write down my gratitude list on a notebook in which I write almost everything. I thought it would be a good idea to just write a gratitude list for the people too.

Having a gratitude list for people (who mean a lot to me) has helped me to have a stronger bond with them. Being thankful to the (particular) people who have harmed or hurt me, knowingly or unknowingly, has also made me stronger and better as it has helped me to analyze the situation which had existed at the time and also shift my perspective from me… to the other person.  Sometimes a person has a reason to behave like a clown but sometimes its their nature, and when it’s their nature then you need to let go and forgive yourself for holding onto the bitter experiences inflected upon you by them. I’ve realized forgiving someone this way releases you of the past pain, guilt and anger. It also helps you to move faster towards the road to inner happiness and health.

So, who all would you like to thank today? Do come up with your list, and let me know.

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Inspired about

One day, on my way back from work I saw a tiny creation. It was a tiny peepal or bodhi tree. It stood there with dignity on some mud which was invisible to my eyes. Its green leaves fluttered in the breeze. To me, it seemed as if it was conveying the message of its joyous existence.

A few days back I was going through a difficult time, but then everything had turned out to be better. This tiny speck of life was reflecting my state of mind and needed a well deserved attention – at least from me. So instead of taking a selfie, I just took its picture for remembrance sake.

It reminded me, that nothing is impossible… that there will always be some hope. It showed  me that hope will reap some kind of creation. It reminded me that every creation born will only become another’s source of inspiration. Once found inspiration, there will be, every reason to be inspired in life to do anything.

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peepal tree

 

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Three Quotes Challenge – 3

I’ve been nominated again for the three quote challenge by Millie. She is a terrific blogger and an amazing author. If you’d want to know more about her, then just click at – Millie Thom. The rules of this challenge are as follows:

  1. Post one quotation a day for three days (they can be from other sources or one of your own).
  2. Nominate 3 other bloggers to participate per post.
  3. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

I would like to pass the challenge to:

Suganiya Rassiah from Infinite Passion

Perpetua from The Seeker and

Heena Rathore P.

It could be a busy day but I hope they participate only if time permits them otherwise no worries. 🙂

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Three Quotes Challenge – 2

I’ve been nominated again for the three quote challenge by Millie. She is a terrific blogger and an amazing author. If you’d want to know more about her, then just click at – Millie Thom. The rules of this challenge are as follows:

  1. Post one quotation a day for three days (they can be from other sources or one of your own).
  2. Nominate 3 other bloggers to participate per post.
  3. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

I would like to pass the challenge to:

Suganiya Rassiah from Infinite Passion

Perpetua from The Seeker and

Heena Rathore P.

It could be a busy day but I hope they participate only if time permits them otherwise no worries. 🙂

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3 days, 3 quote

I would like to thank Millie Thom for passing the “3 days, 3 quote challenge” to me.

Here is my quote for day 2.

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Day 2 quote

The rules of this challenge are very simple

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Write a quote for three consecutive days. They can be your own quotes or a quote by someone.

3. Nominate 3 other people.

However, since I love quotes and they are fun to read and share; I am opening the nomination to all my reader friends. So, if you are reading this consider yourself nominated and if you are interested to share quotes then please make the post. Please don’t forget to link your post back to mine. Let your quote speak for 3 days. 🙂

3 days, 3 quote

First of all I would like to thank Millie Thom for passing the “3 days, 3 quote challenge” to me.

It is a new challenge in circulation and I’m glad to have been asked to participate. I love quotes. As a kid I had a diary in which I had written quotes. The diary would be circulated in the class and everyone would copy from it.

Quotes are the best way to motivate you during those sad and depressed moments of your life. Without much saying, it works like a best friend, guiding you through your trouble and also directing you to your desired path. I lost that dairy; I was careless in keeping it.

As I have always loved quotes, I again started collecting them when I started writing. This time I started writing my own quotes (you can read that in the thought matters section).

Day 1 Quote

Quote 1

Quotes are wonderful to read and fun to share. And so, I am opening the nomination to all my reader friends.

If you’d like to participate in this challenge then put up 1 quote each for three consecutive days. Please don’t forget to link your post back to mine. I’d love to hear your quotes. 🙂

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On My Way

Determination alone cannot catapult you to achieving your goals. I realized this as I was quite determined to start my walks a few days back. Although determination being a strong contender I was still unable to find a suitable time for my walks.

I had been wanting to go walking – mornings or evenings, it didn’t matter. I just wanted it back in my routine.

Wanting is not equivalent to willing. “I want to go for walks,” I kept saying to myself. I had scribbled “walking” for 8 or 9p.m. in my dairy. I kept looking at it day after day. In my mind’s track I would have already walked a mile. Determination was proving to be futile. The more I jumped on the determination boat, the waves of procrastination drived me back and I swallowed disappointment.

Everyday I stared at my dairy with a willpower so strong that I could feel the adrenaline rushing in my legs from my past walks. Now I had scribbled “walking” for 5 or 6 in the morning. For another few days the process was repeated – ogling at my dairy along with visualization. This time it was a little different as I said, “I will go for my walks.” I took it as a positive sign.

There was still a problem – I don’t get up before 6:30 or 7. I am a morning person but not an early riser.

red flower

Today, I finally did it. I got up at 5.30 a.m.

In the park, freshness of the morning greeted me with a red flower (bottle brush, I think). The bright colour added to its fresh look and suggested only one thing – will power. Seated on a throne of green leaves it smiled ready to begin its day. I knew it had spoken to me. Before the moment could melt away in time, I cast a clicking spell and froze it in my mobile. It was my reward for the day.

Inspired by this little reward I will surely go for a walk tomorrow and then day after tomorrow and… untill my will power wanes off. I’ll wait till today comes to an end and I begin another day with a fresh start – a new day, a new tomorrow.

Let’s see what else do I find tomorrow on my way to my morning walk.

 

 

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Five Days of Black&White

I would like to thank Lore from Snow’s Fissures and Fractures for nominating me for the “five days of black and white photography challenge”. This post was long due but as I was struggling with time I could not post earlier. However, as I now get to play along I’m really happy. 🙂

For day 1 I would like to share this photo.

rajnigandha flower buds

rajnigandha flower buds

Everyday is a new gift with new possibilities and endless realities. Life is sweet and fragrant only if you’d stop, to savour a moment’s beauty. I had bought the stem of rajnigandha flower on a rather sad day. But while photographing the buds I saw its beauty and felt happiness seep into my heart. Rajnigandha is one of my favourite flowers.

I would like to tag Della from The Passion Dew for this challenge. She is a brilliant photographer and I love her photos. I’m sure you’ll be glued to her blog once you are there.

I would love to see you participate. I would also totally understand if you would decide not to participate for any reason.

The rules of this challenge are:

  1. For 5 consecutive days create a post any past or present photo in black and white.
  2. Each day you invite a new photographer to join the fun.

I did it, I could do anything

There was a spiral staircase in our school building. We were not allowed to go there but I was always curious about it. Somehow I thought of Rapunzel or someone trapped up inside what looked like a room.

With a group of five friends I decided to go. When we climbed up we went half way and then came back. Due to its spiral shape and the gaps between each step we felt dizzy and not to mention that the height scared us away.

We again tried the second time. It was decided that three would stand down just in case we fell or something happened. I was one of the two to go up. I reached only to find a lock at the entrance. I didn’t look down as I went up; as I knew, if I would then I could not go ahead. It was only when I reached the top of the staircase that I saw down for a brief moment. I thought I would feel good but I realized my fear of heights for the very first time. An uneasiness filled my tummy. There was a feeling that I was sitting on a merry go round and I started running down the stairs.

We were happy because we had done something that no one had done (or so we thought). We didn’t find anything but we did it. At that moment I certainly felt that having done this I could do anything. If I was there I could be anywhere where my heart desired me to be.

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