There was a time when we used to frequent my granny's house every weekend and holiday. Being young, I had no other companion of my age group except my young sis whose idea of playing was planting a flower and watering it, watching it every hour to check if a plant has grown out of it. My friend was the nature around me. I would lie on the huge boulder and watch the skies for hours, imagining that I was alone in the whole wide world. I would walk thru the woods, climb trees, pluck cashew apple and indulge in its juicy pulp and searching for wild fruits like the maroon Karjikayi or the tiny white Bemmaralu. And now, I'm back amidst nature and it calms me and makes me happy to watch the flowers bloom amid green leaves, tiny insects crawl out of them after having their fill of nectar, leaves sway in the mild breeze and glow in the mid-morning sun. I love the early morning ritual of watering the trees and plants, with glistening droplets falling on me; making me proud that I'm
Fleeting thoughts in snippets.