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ARTICLE : JOY OF GIVING

 

JOY OF GIVING

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

06/XI/2021

 

As the curtains close to our tenure in this place, it is time to say goodbye to many things. They have a sentimental connection as they were part of your household for so many years. Still, life has to go on.

 

A fridge was with us for more than fifteen years. Though it stood silently in a corner of the kitchen, humming and murmuring a little, chilling beer and water bottles and making ice on demand. It was in high demand during the heydays. Besides, it did all the chores effortlessly and dutifully all these years.

 

As age caught up, its arteries got blocked, had gas problems but then a quick visit by the ‘refrigeration doctor’ put it on road and ran even better. Unless there was no electricity or it was in transit and disconnected, this sweetheart did not stop keeping things chilled. It was high time to bid it farewell.

 

As it was lifted out of the kitchen, it resisted, it tilted and almost toppled over, bringing our hearts to our mouths. ‘Bhaiya dhayaan se, kahin chot na lage’, said my wife. The door opened right at the kitchen entrance and blocked the path like children throw tantrums when they are taken to the doctor. They stand holding the doorway, cry and shout and shed tears. So did our fridge.

 

Some water which must have accumulated in the freezer fell down as if it wanted to stay on. We ‘tixo-taped’ the door then only left. She climbed the tempo with great difficulty as if in pain. We rushed to the window to see her leave round the bend. She was gone forever. Goodbye fridge.

 

Yesterday was another difficult day for us. Our babies were going to a better home. Yes friends, our plants. It was after great deliberation that we decided to carry a limited few to our next destination. The climate, soil, space, scorching sun and brackish water of the desert may not be very conducive for them. To maintain such humidity would be an issue. So, we decided to part with some, with one condition, that they had to go to plant lovers who can nurture and care for them better than us.

 

The tempo came and with a heavy heart we started pointing to the pots for them to load. We lost count. Instead of making them suffer the agony of the long and arduous journey to resettle at the new place, they would be at peace in the nearby locale.

 

Each one was as dear as the other one. Soon they started disappearing inside the covered pick-up van as if going inside a covered palanquin. Most of them were blooming like a new bride. The men needed a break to relax their muscles but there were still many more to go.

 

The grief in our heart was so much that one couldn’t take a last photo of them. By the time one took out the mobile the tempo was round the bend and gone. Farewell my dears. We know the home you have gone to would look after better and remind them of our association and friendship.

 

They say that the Almighty knows the intentions of the people who care. As we turned back towards the rest of the pots, who definitely needed an explanation for this sudden exodus. We found our garden full again. All those spaces which had been vacated appeared to be taken by the pots we had adjusted in that space. Both of us looked up to the sky and thanked the Lord for his blessings. Plants gave us so much joy all these years & shall continue to be a source of joy to our friend.

 

Many people have been asking us to carry everything to the new destination. Some say ‘you will miss your garden so don’t leave anything’. Of course, we will take some. However, the Army postings taught us to prioritise. A new beginning at our new place.

 

Once we get there we shall start afresh. The varieties which are ‘local’ have a better survival rate shall now ordain our garden. Lack of this luxurious space and a sprawling lawn will put some brakes as the hundred odd pots which we intend to carry may overflow. Rest assured this hobby has made deep inroads into our lives and shall stay with us.

 

The pain of letting a dear one go shall ever remain but then to reorganise ourselves with a fresh outlook and mindset is what life is all about. The joy one gets in sharing & giving cannot be explained. It has been an experience in life, the more one gives the more one gets. Have you folks experienced it? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 

 

 

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