An orchard in making
Greetings! "I have planted them all!", the 9 year old boy in red t-shirt was saying in matter of fact way. I looked at the land, made ready to sow through sheer hard work. The land was cut in steps, pruned off the shrubs. The planting spots were placed in neat rows and columns. Each one had a neatly planted mango sapling. "These saplings would grow with him. They would bear fruits as he would himself blossom into a fine young man and later as he turns into a father, uncle and a grandfather!' ", by the time this train of my thoughts reached next station, this sharp boy was already at the far end of the plot. Tending to a fledgling sapling, he looked at his doting uncle with a question mark. The uncle of his is a true farmer. He tends to his farms the way he would care for his family. He looks after friends, the way he would look after a plantation. Right now he was struggling to contain his admiration for his nephew. "Let's water them",