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MY FATHER’S GARDEN

    My father has the most wonderful garden in the whole wide world .Gardening is his pass-time.His garden is full of silent activity ,mischievous little creatures and  adventurous birds, animals , trees and plants and flowers. All of them LOVE my father’s garden BECOZ he takes good CARE of them and they LOVE him and ADORE him. And even I have fondly begun to believe that my father is the best Gardener in the whole world.

     My dad’s garden has an amazing range of flowers. Most beautiful, amazingly attractive and greatly pleasing to the eye. You would never find these beautiful flowers in any botanical garden or in any floral collection. These are the most tiny gorgeously beautiful and strikingly colorful cute little things which probably on a normal day you would NOT even think about looking at ,BUT in those moments of SOLITUDE and quiet recollections and nostalgic idleness… these little flickers of God’s Pure creation Grasp the glorious canvas of the vast expanse of dreamy  imagination .Roses and lilies, jasmine and crotons , balsam and marigold… of various shades ,hues and colors.

        The vegetables that my father grew made me feel so proud of our garden… (i didn’t like them on my plate on the dinner table though !). He planted seeds of brinjal, tomato, ladiesfinger, and corn….. And there they were …the longest brinjals I had ever seen and the red tomatoes glistening there gloriously in the sun and the most tender ladies fingers… and there were the green chilies and corn and sugarcane…when I was a kid, I used to follow them grow every day and see my dad nurturing them, watering them and manuring them and taking care of them … I started falling in love with the plants of my father’s garden.

    My dad’s fruit trees were no less amazing. He had these lovely orange trees, guava trees (red pulp in the middle) and custard apple trees and lime trees and banana trees and the papaya trees and my favorite amongst all of them were these TWO Jackfruit trees which I adored… Infact I had secret names for them…and as a kid I never left the garden without kissing them…they were like my best friends!!!

       There was the mango tree on which I always had a favorite branch and the tamarind tree which my mom says she had made me plant when I was like 3 years old .The black berry tree and the goose berry tree and the curry leaves shrub and the large Gulmohar trees which had those MAY flowers in the summers and the Ashoka tree in the corner and those majestic Coconut trees on which Squirrels raced up and down like it were a Expressway. And the drumstick tree which caterpillars adored as they sucked out the gum on its bark and as they swung like Spider-caterpillar-men, with their webby nylon ropes and gave me the Dreaded Itch every once in a while. There was this teak tree which had these amazing shades of its leaves in different season’s brilliant green and stark brown. I never figured out the name of one of the trees… I simply remember it as the tree which all my neighbors called the Christmas tree which they cut down and borrowed for Christmas decorations and My mom had this Soap nut tree on which we managed to get a few large Bee-hives/honey combs and the Great Neem tree from which I fell down playing hide and seek, opposite to which stood the Badam tree, the nuts were like a treasure within an oyster…

     I loved to study relaxing on the easy chair with blue stripes and occasionally dose off reading Julius ceaser or As you like it or Flights of fantasy or Robinson Crusoe or One of those short story books… and we had this large cotton tree on which large birds and eagles would make their nests on the top and I would love to see them in my fathers garden ….Occasionally a snake would breeze past after a green frog or a young quail singin to it’s mate….All of them Knew they were welcome here to be part of the family in my Father’s Garden

   The sound of squirrel’s and chirpy birds and sparrows and lizards and chameleons streaking square.

   The sound of the day… Most wonderful!!! Most pleasant! Most soothing! …like a dandelion passing by your eyelashes…. You hear the AIR speak to you in my father’s garden say’n…Dose away little kid…Exams are a few more months away ….

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