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Bloom when you wish to

 I remember how we got you into our home, it was lockdown and everything was shut.  It was a tough time for every one of us.  Things were at complete standby and everything was ruled by fear. None of us were able to decipher how COVID 19 virus operates, all we knew was it is a life taking virus and has absolutely no cure.  Amid that fear, confusion and loneliness came the hope. Sneaking you from a neighboring nursery and repotting you in a paint bucket while the sun went down is one of the best memories I have about the lockdown.

The Madhu-malati, the Rangoon , how loved you are! Today it has been nearly two years since you arrived in our home with your greens. As you grew your first new leaf, we all watched you and each one of us had an eye on how you are growing and that was such a feeling. Well, dear Madhu-malati, thank you so much for bringing my family together and making them crane their necks to have a glimpse of you.


Days after days and months after months passed away and I patiently kept waiting for you to bloom. Thought that you are not receiving enough strength to bloom made me feed you various kinds of fertilizers; in the process people kept saying different things. Still, I had a hope that once you feel home and powerful enough you will bloom and spread the mesmerizing fragrance.

In between, my mother and neighbors who are not big plant fans repeatedly advised and often demanded that this madhu-malati should be removed and replaced. Thankfully I took none of those and you are still here and will be here until you are alive making me think and filling with courage. For me it does not matter if you bloom or not as every new leaf you grow and every old leaf you shed off is a victory for me. And, how can I simply pull you off from the roots or trim you down when you are blossoming in so much green and making our walls beautiful.

Yes, I will keep waiting for your first flower but I need you to know that even if you ever don’t bloom it is fine. You are mine and you are here to stay, in our balcony and hearts for the immense amount of hope and courage you carry within. So, thank you dear Madhu-malati. Here is a little poem for you.





Days months and years are gone by

You were brought home

Whether you bloom or not

You are here to stay

Accept the apologies

For the pain you suffer

Taunts you hear

But you are truly loved


Do you have any relatable story or a plant? Let me know in the comments below. See you next week with a new story, stay connected.

 

 

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Location: Surat, Gujarat, India

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  1. MananApril 8, 2022 at 3:43 AM

    Green leaves on a plant
    Each one a page
    In the beautiful book
    That stand for a poem
    Which says
    Leaves are a part of mine
    And make me shine
    They make me a song
    They are the part of my glory.


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  2. Writter prachi_____April 8, 2022 at 6:43 AM

    Beautifull ❤️

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