Shall I write of the moon and the stars, or about the birds playing hide and seek amongst the leaves? Or should I write about how the plant they had given up for dead has new leaves budding again? Each moment in itself seems like an eternity, with thousands of parallel stories vying with each other to be heard, while a few small ones remain content to lay hidden, till someone cares enough to hear it out, like the tiny green potted plant!
The plant was a peace offering, from an anxious husband to an irate wife, and had brought a smile that lit her face up, and the warmth spread to his heart. Now they bickered over how much manure was to be given, and whether it got any water that day or not! The plant blossomed under their inexpertise, and brought them together in a whole new way. When they moved, they decide to leave it as a legacy to the place they had called home for what seemed like an eternity!