The mundane sprouts could be part of a creative jewellery piece with pomegranates and cheese cubes that had never occurred to me until I saw them beautifully and colourfully occupying the centre table. The rainbow salad on another occasion was also mesmerizing.
The presentation and the warmth with which they served added to the taste as much as to the refreshing memories.
As I uncovered the lid of the container on my kitchen slab, I observed that the moth beans had sprouted, and rootlets were visible. I could eat them as much as I could plant them. I decided to plant a few and serve the remaining for breakfast.
They lay embedded in the soil, surrounded by air, water, and food in abundance. After a few days, I observed that most had not survived. They had turned black and lay on the verge of extinction in that darkness.
The paradox of having plenty but providing in excess is not beneficial. The paradox of enrichment may lead to an end.
Green shoots were visible in only a few, perhaps because of their intent to flourish. The brief spell of creativity was a response to the gloom that had been felt within. The story of new life had emerged from those very precincts.
New ideas and new beginnings will always prevail. Yet another paradox of life, no matter how banal it may be, is true. ‘The only constant is change. ’
Beautifully written n true
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