The mundane sprouts could be part of creative jewellery with pomegranates and cheese cubes that had never occurred to me till I saw them beautifully and colourfully occupying the centre table. The rainbow salad on a different occasion was also mesmerising.
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 with air, water and food in plenty. After a few days, I observed most had not survived. They had turned black and lay on the verge of extinction in that darkness.
The paradox of plenty providing in excess is not good. 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 an answer to the gloom 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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