KEEP WATERING

I’ve decided to challenge myself—writing a blog every day for the next month. Sounds exciting, right? (At least for me it does) Well, here I am, staring at a blank page, wondering what to write. And just then, a question popped into my mind. A question someone once asked me:

" What, according to you, is the definition of love? Compare it to something in nature."

I live in a tiny room in Mumbai—one of those spaces where every inch counts. My only connection to nature? My ever-growing collection of indoor plants. I buy them like people buy snacks (extremely impulsive), so much so that Naina Didi, my house help, has issued a strict warning: "Ek aur plant mat lana!" 

And yet, when I think about love, all I can picture is… plants.

For me, love is like a plant. You nurture it, care for it, and ensure it never dries up. And if it does, you don’t abandon it—you water it, give it attention, and help it thrive again. A healthy plant grows, and if love doesn’t help you grow, is it really love?

The soil is the foundation, much like our individual stories. The branches stretch out in different directions—just like love exists in many forms. And the leaves? They’re the chapters of our journey. Sometimes, a leaf dries up and falls, just as some chapters of love must be left behind. But the stem, the core—that should always stand tall, full of life, full of love.

Then I wondered—out of everything in the world, why did I compare love to a plant?I could have easily compared love to the sun, the moon, the mountains, the sea, or the endless sky. But why did I think of a plant?

The answer was simple: love never makes you feel alone.

And in my tiny little room, surrounded by my leafy companions, I have never felt alone.