THE FLOWER THIEF!
The Magnificent Garden Heist (From Author Sonaleeca Yashodhara Das)
Dear Readers,
I created a garden in my life and the gateway was my heart. The heart of a human female. This heart has been suppressed, subjugated, and hammered as many times as possible. Yet lend an ear to its tenacity. You will hear throbbing with affection and endearment.
In fact, I might sound inappropriate, ironical, self contradictory when I declare that I am the creator of a hearty garden. It is the feminine nature that harbours it. I am a medium, somehow. “What kind of garden do I possess?” It has roses which are bright, intense, bubbly and yet with their quintessential thorns. Then there are lilies. They are visible once a year, are delicate, and bask in their own glory. Fuchsias are never dull. They bring colour, sophistication, and natural flow of grace to the garden. They dance their way into the onlookers’ hearts. Lavenders bring joy when I am tired in the soaring temperatures. Stars are a delight to watch. They are there for me round the year. They shine bright whether in a garland or alone. They always save my day. Hibiscuses know garden wouldn’t be the same without them. They stay put. Let the seasons come and go. Camellias have been the backbone and their presence has transformed the garden into a gardener’s paradise. Petunias and begonias pop up during winters and provide warmth with their bright inviting smiles. Then there are climbing begonias, bougainvilleas, and the Rangoon creepers. They just know where to find their support and then then just climb to the unknown while showing off the colourful display through the path. It has been an organically curetted and seasonally decorated visual wonder of my life for the past two decades. Every flower has grown into its potential.
Yet!
There has been infestation from time to time. The garden and the gardener have bled to depression and faithlessness due to some disequilibrium among the flowers. A few stinging nettles, jimson weeds, and lantanas have invaded effortlessly. I was, seriously, sinfully unaware of their passage to my garden. I saw the beauty in their non-docile and non-compliant nature. I loved their distinct characteristics.
This garden has some rooted and many potted plants. However, potted plants mostly dominate the aesthetics and appeal, when the rooted ones bring fluidity and permanence to the space.
I, water them daily, religiously, thinking that they are the source of my happiness and I am theirs’.
Yours
Sonaleeca Yashodhara Das (S. Y. D)
My Book is also out in the world . You can access the ebook on the following link
https://www.overdrive.com/media/5208950/muddling-roots
https://www.betterworldbooks.com/product/detail/muddling-roots-journey-from-something-to-nothing-9781646787203
https://www.amazon.in/Muddling-Roots-Journey-Something-Nothing/dp/164678720X/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8