The plant is mine. The plant is me.
It was only a couple of months back, that this little baby plant entered my house and found a space in my room. It was fresh, small, vibrant, and brought a new sense of energy to my room. I, on the other hand, was confused, helpless and kept questioning my ability to keep it alive. I signed a pact with the plant, I will provide the basics, and will hope that it communicates back to me what it needs. I hoped to sense it, to like it, and to see where it goes from there. Thus, began our journey. The plant slowly started finding its way in my room and my heart. With the sprout of every new leaf, as I touched it, it touched me back. It wasn’t an easy journey to build a space where communication is not as direct, as we are tuned to. I made a few unintentional mistakes, but the plant was patient with me. It drooped and lost color, but it never gave up on me. It kept standing back strong, every time I watered it with love. Once we developed a level of understanding, everything was great. It be...