THE SPECIAL ONE
It came quite unexpectedly to our garden. A teeny weeny plant. When I say ‘garden’ you may think that it is a big area in our courtyard. Then you are mistaken. You could imagine the limitation of space in a flat apartment. We have a balcony near the kitchen, where we keep all the flower pots. It is the only place we have to cherish our love for greenery. One fine morning I discovered a sprouting in one of the flower pots. It was a special pot in which I had planted the stem of the Frangipani flower with utmost care. With three days I could realise that it is just a weed. And when I was about to pluck it away my little ones intervened. ‘Mom, don’t pluck it.' I said, ‘but it is just a weed.' Then they cried, ‘please mom it is the first time we are having a weed here. It’s so lovely. Let it grow. Perhaps it will grow into a useful plant.' I had no words to explain my bewilderment. They are like that. Even the smallest of things is a matter of delight for them. There ...