Neeta missed it all
The open spaces of her village, the trees that swayed with the slightest breeze, the golden wheat and yellow dal fields, the freedom of being able to roam like an unfettered bird, the smell of flowers in the wind, the lowing of the cattle grazing placidly, the camaraderie of the village well, the song and the music.
She did love living in Delhi, loved her husband and was proud of his work. She loved the lights of the city, the eating places, the malls, the shopping markets, even the constant noise of traffic.
But how to survive in a concrete jungle?
She created a garden.
Dear Sabina,
I felt the longing in her inner voice. Very nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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beautifully evoked village life through colour smell and sound
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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I wouldn’t give up my little garden space for anything – even though we rarely get good enough weather to enjoy it! Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Very beautiful! Enjoyed the read…
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Thank you!
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Best advice ever. Grow a garden in the concrete jungle.
Nice story, Sabina! 🙂
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Well done. As Neeta discovers, there’s always a way.
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A resourceful response to relocation. Such a positive take.
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What a wonderful idea – bring a bit of the countryside to the city! Lovely tale with a very strong voice. Well doen
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It’s like getting the best of two worlds in the end I think… There is a reason for potted plants.
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There’s always room for a little garden 🙂
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I agree this had a nice positive take in her garden.
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Yes indeed… a wonderful way to have a little bit of greenery in the concrete jungle.
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Thanks ever so much. This pic reminded me of my friend’s house in Delhi!
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Thank you. You just about got my point. My writing has a subtle undertone – that beauty can be added to marriage if you have the heart and mind to do it. And you caught it!💐💐💐
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Thanks. This reminded me of my friend’s home in Delhi!
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Thank you. Making the best use of what we have is always the best response to any situation, rather than cribbing!👌
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You hit the nail on the head. Kudos for getting my point!.✌👉👩👩👧👦
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A couple of months ago I was in my friend’s home in Delhi. What struck me was how she had managed to create a garden in her balcony. This pic reminded me of it. Thank you!
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Absolutely
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Yep. Thank you!
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The garden – a little bit of her village in the city 🙂
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A lovely story – you described both environments so well.
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Very true 🙂
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Exactly!
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Thank you 💐
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Great use of the senses, the sights, sounds, and smells. I moved from the country to the city for about three years, then moved back. I like the elbow room. The garden is a great escape for Neeta.
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Nice transition. Waiting to do it.
Yep!☺
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Lovely descriptions and emotions
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Great descriptions and emotions
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Thank you!💐
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💐
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Perfect!
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Thank you 💐
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Where there’s a will there’s a way.
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Lovely story, Sabina. You describe all the things a village girl would miss. I’m glad she found a way to create a little bit of her village in her new home. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you
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Thank you
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