“The feeling that resonates more than just happiness can only be an essence of a realm that solely the throb knows about.”

There it was today, bursting with its mystical beauty while blossomed in the hues of a soft navy blue and an intense white. A moment of great gratitude and awe flowed down through me for the presence it had arrived with.

It all started from that day, when while crossing a pavement and exploring its side strip which consisted of a mini garden, my sight fell upon a fragile sapling hiding behind those long grasses and as the lover of the green world that I was, my only consequential reaction was to direct myself to investigate about the green mystery behind the blade like turfs. Upon being exposed to the hide and seek player, I realized that I could not let it stay where it grew since I was very sure of making my own small garden space, its brand new abode. 
“Perfect wide doe shaped leaves mirroring the graceful Bengali eyes and tone of the tender coconut. With a pretty and sleek structure, it stood in poise in the land of the turfs.”

Irrespective of the attachment I possess with plants, my range of knowledge in regards of their species is something that communicates a very diminutive scope and hence I had no clue as to the type of plant it was since the tenderness and exuberance it held was itself enough for me to welcome it home.
The pot was ready and the plant was on its journey to settle in its permanent house,later I realized that my father knew about this common plant, which was named as BUTTERFLY PEA, Cute! isn’t it?
He told me, it flowers either a white or a blue one and we weren’t really sure of its  futuristic plans.
Hence my butterfly pea’s life started to sprout in its new small pot with new friends. With her adding up,my hostel accommodation was getting filled up quickly. Eventually each day was turning as an exciting one for me,It was almost as if a baby had been born where you tend, play, talk  or just gaze at their joyful growth while you enjoy along. It made me feel contented to a point where my only concern relied with her needs,this was surprising for I wasn’t a discriminatory person. Well. At least not towards nature.

And Thus the events started,

I vocalize about this particular plant because it was for the first time that such kind of delicate flowering plant, I had uprooted. For which, its survival had a question mark. And with each passing day, we two greeted diverse situations and varied emotional exchanges. Sometime, days of absolute zeal would visit which could be perceived from the lustrous green tint of the leaves and sometime, days of weak wilting would drop by. The deal was entirely about handling a teenage plant striving to build a knowing for the “self”. So motivational speeches and doting verses would get showered on days of high and low along with candid chats for the common.
But when it was my turn of highs and lows,My butterfly pea clung onto me even during the span when my own mind turned against me, it used to sweep off my woes with the surge of its naive aura while it also became a partner to aid the ongoing of my glee.

This adorable offspring that I had brought was slowly rising towards the massive sky, braced by the wisdom of life trailing in its system. I do not know what being an owner of something seems like but being responsible to respond to another kind of response is a bit heavier than joy. The only aspect that mattered was to let her flourish to what she was, than to bestow her with generic branding of how she being a flowering life,would only have to thrive for so. Life happening is itself an elixir pouring all around,even if a plant is growing as per its designed configuration, it is as alive as any other creature and holds in more subtlety the chambers of emotions.
And here she grew through the filters of fierce and gentle domains of the mild greens.

One day,a tiny foreign member peeped from my lush butterfly pea.I jumped to probe. And….
Guess who it was?

It was a tight wrapped blue and white bud that my minimal granted to me on a fine day!
Usually flowers don’t descend so fast via such small plants unless one has some extra magical soil like the plant shop owners. 

So, the bud was growing for two days and on the third,it bloomed. The sight of it sparkling made it more wonderful along with the feeling that was oozing within me. How effortlessly can another life make its own creation seem as a product of your own creation? That which my minimal did for me. Witnessing the flower was as if I  had created something on my own,it was so vast that it felt like a celestial delight. 
 Every Living being resonate certain quality of emotions but most specifically plants are such, that if one invests a certain amount of time with them,they could conclude  that these folks aren’t just the green pigmented statues growing up but are much more of an elusive identity. 

 I wouldn’t be surprised if  my subject happens to be about sheer nonsense to most but every nonsense cannot be explained to rigid minds with only logical perspective.












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Describing oneself is a tough job, you secretly have so many characteristics and potent that its hard to have a good knowledge of your true self! But talking about likes,dislikes, hobbies and passion I would say that I'm a philharmonic person and I don't know what would have happened to me if not the world in the absence of such a divine force! I'm also an avid photographer and have a luck in playing the piano!! There are so many things that inspires me all the time but the list is never to end! I always consider myself as a spiritual person rather than a religious one because all the religions are going to end up at only one place and that is where our CREATOR lies,just like all the rivers end up at the sea. This is the first time that I will be giving a shot in the writing skill's area, I firmly believe that you should not die regretting, that having a scope you did not have a taste of what you wanted to TRY.

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