They blossom with studied neglect...but it is not flowers that bloom. Curled up leaves in different shades of yellow, brown and green and soil cracked in different geometric patterns. Stalks that stand proud in stark simplicity after leaves and flowers have withered and fallen out. Our plants represent a wasteland of different sizes, shapes and colours. And yes, they have a certain beauty invisible to the critical eye used to moist greenness and freshly turned earth.
Life is like our mutant plants. You just have to see beauty not always apparent on the surface. Conformity kills... it destroys the need to be independent and free spirited. Keeping up with the Joneses is just another way of always running and remaining rooted to the same spot. So, when people cluck when they see our wasted collection of indoor landscaping, I feel sorry for them. They haven’t opened the inner eye which sees beauty in the strangest places....
Nimmou Nilakantan
(Too lazy to water plants and yet energized to write about it!)
(Dec 23rd, 2010)
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