It rained in torrents from afternoon till night.
I woke up early in the morning and saw that it was still pouring rain. I wanted to sit on the patio and watch the rain, but there was no way. It’s cold outside. However, after breakfast, I went outside and took some pictures of the rainy and cloudy morning. All nature lovers and garden lovers will like to see it.
It is cold this year. So the condition of the garden is not good. The tree is sitting exactly as I planted it. The only exception is my gourd plants. Now I have changed the place. So it has grown by getting new soil, new place. It has climbed up to six feet tall and is now flowering. But it might have been a little better if it hadn’t been attacked by the striped yellow spider in the middle.
A few days ago I made a post in our Rose City Gardening group called “The Pulp of Sadness”. Since then I have received a number of friends calling the Shantana index. My wife says – why don’t you keep your story to yourself. What is the use of informing everyone?
It must be said that his contribution to the love of my garden is unique. He keeps the seeds and makes seedlings from the seeds. My work starts when the seedlings are a little bigger. But even if I do the work, all the information about the trees belongs to him. Fi-formesh Khati is much like a gardener. The tip of this tree cannot be cut, the position of that tree cannot be moved – everything must be heard in silence.
Every time I promise, I will not garden next year. I wonder if the profit is so difficult. Tonatuni doesn’t need so many vegetables in this world. Picking up the vegetables and then arranging them nicely and giving them to the people is a difficult matter. Despite all this, I broke that promise again. I don’t know what happiness is in this garden. But I understand that if I don’t walk in the garden after Fajr prayer, the whole day feels empty and incomplete.
As long as I live in good health, the ritual of breaking vows may continue.
When I was a child, I used to visit the village house whenever I got school holidays. He spent a lot of time with his grandfather. He was a retired school teacher. He used to spend his free time with his grandson by telling stories and gardening.
Dada used to talk to me sitting in a water bowl while weeding vegetables in the field. The story was about different things. But most of the time the same story was repeated. Maybe without his mind. His story on such a cloudy day. Today’s story is about women. I was only studying in class five then.
The story begins like this.
The word woman seems simple but actually it is the name of an unknown mystery. However, scholars have researched and found some ways to recognize women. According to them, there are four types of women.
: Padmini, Chitrini, Sankhini and Hastini.
Padmini –
Women are incredibly beautiful and attractive. Their eyes are like lotuses. There is a smile on the face. curly hair They are sweet talkers. Usually they like to speak the truth. They don’t like too much sex. Rather, sleep is very dear to them. They are the best in romance.
Illustration –
Women are quite slow and steady nature. Smiles remain on their faces. They are quite moderate in diet and sleep. They have no attraction for other men.
Sankhini –
This type of woman has a long body. Their eyes, ears, nose and hands and feet are very big. They are a bit fickle in nature. Sankhini women are of moderate nature.
Hastini –
Women talk louder and their bodies are fatter. They like to eat and sleep a lot. They have little faith in religion and work. Some of them are addicted to aliens and are very sensual in nature.
I was listening to grandfather very attentively. In the meantime, I suddenly threw a question –
: Dada What is Parakia?
After a little silence, grandfather said-
: Grow up then you will understand.
This incomprehensible thing is not understood anymore. But I understand one thing well and that is the garden.
My love of gardening probably started with my grandfather.
I am still carrying the branch of that hobby –
And in this exile.
