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.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt Β©Roger Bultot

41 thoughts on “A BIT OF HEAVEN

  1. 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!πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’


  2. 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!


  3. 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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