There are things we do because we like them, not because we care about the world or are eco warriors or are conservators etc.
In one of my earlier posts, i had mentioned how we created a balcony garden, failed, hired a mali, fired a mali and then i started composting kitchen waste and the balconies turned into Amazonian forests.
But it seems not all efforts lead to good things. That a tenth floor balcony is not a safe place. That you can’t have your garden of eden without a serpent lurking somewhere.
Today morning, as I dug a small hole in the hibiscus pot to bury the mixed peels, I saw something horrible and wriggling. An earthworm.
For god’s sake, we are on tenth floor. And, it’s my house and my plants and my flowers and my joy of watching a hibiscus at sunset. Now, all I can think of is there is a monster crawling underneath the beauty.