The shape of the leaves was very similar to the smiling lips on an innocent face, the plant with pale green and ivory leaves arranged as if it were a human face; was my favorite on the window sill. But as life would have it, there are ups and downs, the only thing that works is to be consistent and positive. For a straight line on Electrocardiogram told me loud and clear, the person I loved the most is no longer my dearest dad but just a body.
The harsh winters took away all the leaves of my plant and all I could do was to look at it with doting eyes. My only hope, was my belief, that the trunk was green which denoted the life was still there. The harsh and gloomy winters were soon gone, while paving way for a decked up mother earth with vibrant colors all around. Resembling a newly wedded bride, coy yet resplendent in her bridal finery. Nature has its own ways to teach and show us the right path, the only thing required is we need to be receptive.
Reading the medical records of my only child broke my heart a million times, life seemed to be a bed of thorns for a second, but I am not the one who would budge in the face of adversity. A silent prayer in my heart and I know my plant needs me more than anything else in this world. And I need to water, it so that it can rise and shine, for the plant, this time is my own blood.
About the author
Ambika Nanda lives in Gurgaon, India, where she works as a preprimary teacher. She loves to read fiction and spiritual books. She writes poems herself and enjoys the company and conversations with like minded souls.