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THE FRUIT OF LABOR



Notification alerts continued one after the other and I knew it had to be my sister.

Next morning her WhatsApp did not seem so interesting. Thank God! I never got up at midnight to see these. There were images of mud, plants and potatoes. Nothing new, I put it aside without a thought and sipped my early morning tea. As I read further, scrolling down the images was her excited note on her home grown organic potatoes.

Now that was a bait I asked her "miraculous, since when have you started all this".

"While composting for my garden I had accidentally left a potato in the garbage ditch. This was my discovery just today" she answered and I could imagine her admiring those potatoes. "Great guns," I responded. The matter rested after this for a few months.

The feathers were ruffled again as she posted images of tomato, eggplants and potato plants neatly planted along the sidewalls, her today's endeavor .Thanks to our family group messaging system, ginger and turmeric too found their way up on the organic produce list as suggested by her daughter. There was consent and appreciation from all quarters in the group.

Suddenly notification alerts sounded again and this time the fruits of labor were visible too soon to be believed as more images sprang up. Capsicum, tomatoes and cabbage could be seen on the plants. Only that this time the images were from my mom's garden.

I too decided to tend to my mental garden and wrote this to enjoy the fruit of my labor with alacrity. Who says peer groups induce pressure they induce inspirations too.








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  1. Very well written. Continue your great work

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  2. I m a part of all WhatsApp posts n was inspired too! Beautifully depicted in your words!!

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  3. Interesting

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  4. Efforts always bring fruitful results. Good going. Keep it up!!

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  5. Good going dr.sahiba. Keep it up 😉😉

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  6. Aww that’s really wonderful 👏🏻

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  7. Simple things written in an interesting way. Keep it up

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  8. Good ,well written

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  9. Good . Keep it up

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  10. interesting keep it up.

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  11. Very well worded aunty..Keep writing 👍🏻

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  12. Interesting read. Keep writing.

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