All about gardening

‘Hain re, saradini je ghurey barachchis? Parashuna kokhon hobey shuni?' (Hey, loitering all day long, when will you come and study?)

Ankita would ask her daughter finding her playing with mud and water in the garden.

It was a beautiful spring afternoon. The trees had turned into flowering proclamation of love and gratitude to the goddess of spring. Ranjit had gone out on an official tour. He would be back the next day. 

After doing all her work, Ankita felt so tired that she dozed off white watching a movie.

A beautiful day of spring. 

A comparatively noiseless afternoon.

A beauty sleep.

At around four she woke up abruptly.

'Kajori, where are you? Kajori?'

She got frightened not seeing her daughter beside her.

When she was watching the movie, Kajori was just beside her. Lying upside down, reading a storybook.

'I'm in the garden!'

Ankita had heard her.

She almost rushed outside. Her heart was throbbing to the fullest.

'Kajori?'

And there she found her, her pink cotton frock all full of mud.

'What are you doing?' She asked her.

'Planting a tree...' The little girl replied.

Ankita found Kajori had gathered a twig from somewhere. She was pushing it into the ground.

Ankita went near her daughter.

'Will it grow Mamma?' She asked, looking up to her.

Ankita bent down to see the twig. A creeper of sorts, with tiny white tubular roots coming out.

'Where did you get it from?'

‘The other day, while cleaning the garden, uncle by mistake, took it out...and I thought it could turn into life, for I have seen on Nat Geo Wild, how creepers like these can grow once again if planted...'

Ankita was very surprised.

'Yes, you have seen it right. Only these types of herbs grow from branches...their roots come out once they come in contact with Mother Earth...they are made that way by God...'

Saying this Ankita brought the water sprinkler from the shed.

'Now sprinkle water at its root...it will definitely grow...but you will have to put a little twig or stick just beside it, as a primary support...later on you can remove it...' Ankita told Kajori.

Kajori nodded and got busy immediately.

Ankita stood there supervising her daughter's effort of planting a sapling all by herself and she thought her daughter might become a teacher.

She also realised that there was no more need to press her daughter to read by confining her only to the study room.