Growing with them☘️

Even the idea of talking about plants today makes me feel excited.

That’s how much I love plants.It was not really a sudden attraction or love towards them. Since childhood, I was always surrounded by plants and trees. When we were taught that plants are living beings, being a child, it was overwhelming. Like humans, they too are living — that fact itself was just amazing.Since then, I started observing them closely, the diseases they get, the signs that show when life is slowly leaving them, all of this I understood through science, keen observation, and childhood curiosity.

I remember when we bought plants for the first time, I named them. One of my teachers told me that plants can respond to us. So every morning, once I woke up, I would share a small talk with them. Even thinking about it now feels cute, and the same excitement is still alive.

Even in the town where we were brought up, there wasn’t much of a flat culture. Houses were usually in the centre, surrounded by trees on both sides and ours was no different. It looked beautiful. It was very rare to find a house without a tree or a plant. I’m happy that even after a lot of development, still today, like humans, plants are still given equal space 

When we moved to Chennai, we couldn’t get an individual rental house. So our only option was a flat, and there wasn’t much space to keep plants. That kept worrying me. Finally, when we shifted to our second house, there was a balcony. I kept as many plants as I could like money plant, rose varieties, tulsi, marudhani and few more. Every time I bought a plant, it felt like a kid getting excited when her mother agrees to buy her favourite chocolate.

Having a suda suda cup of coffee every day and looking at them was the best joy. It filled me with gratitude.


But a year back, when we shifted again, like us, they too had to be shifted. This time, I was sure they shouldn’t be homeless. Somehow, I would find a place where they could get their basic necessities. Even though the balcony was very small barely enough for one person to stand I set all the plants there. Seeing them daily now makes my heart feel content.One among them is a climber. During this semester, I watched its growth every single day - each and every centimetre of growth amused me. When the rose flower blooms, the whole house  and our hearts  are filled with fragrance.

Despite any restriction, they deserve a place.
First of all, we aren’t the ones giving them space, as we are living because of them.

Yesterday, I went for a walk and noticed a balcony in a house that had a papaya tree. I was like, wow! In such a small space, growing a tree seems impossible — but they made it possible. More than their own comfort, they were concerned about the plant.

It could even be a small indoor plant.
But yes, in this situation, even one matters — so please do plant ♥️.

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