“The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.”

- George Bernard Shaw

My earliest fondest memories of a garden are from some twenty years ago. This garden, next to a nondescript one-bedroom house in a College staff quarters, was the result of its owner’s relentless hard work, proudly ramped up the aesthetic quotient of its otherwise grey surroundings, and ultimately came to be the neighbour’s pride. Maintaining the garden wasn’t easy, but in fact, painstaking work. Just the act of watering all the plants and trees each day would take at least an hour. In-depth knowledge of the individual growing patterns, flowering seasons, watering and manuring needs were critical and required thorough planning and thought. It needed extensive care and hands-on maintenance that was not just time-consuming but also required the owners, my parents, to be vigilant and attentive.

Last week's challenge was interesting, wasn't it? I enjoyed it a lot, especially the contradiction in the tone of the words and the actual action happening in the scene. I liked Kay's story a lot. Wicked, it was! Lisa had me begging for more and Mandi's story on 'Renewing My License' was interesting. If you haven't read them, head over now. :) But the best one, that got the maximum likes too was Sonali's crime revenge thriller. The Delhi summer heat is scorching and reading all these amazing stories is a welcome respite. Thanks so much participating in the challenge.