Paarth Madan

A medium to iterate on my own thoughts.

Grandma's Garden

Posted at — Aug 7, 2021

Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough. I feel restless and removed from the present. I question if I need to be doing more towards the imaginary ideal of who I am.

All these thoughts cease when I enter my Grandma’s Garden.

We’ve planted some tomatoes, diablo peppers, bell peppers, methi (fenugreek), dhaniya (coriander), pudina (mint), cucumbers, eggplant.

My Grandma makes her daily rounds in the garden and points out which vegetables are ready to bring inside. I have fairly big hands so it’s surprisngly hard to break a small tomato off of a plant. I suppose the advantage is that I can hold like twenty or thirty of them at once.


Today, I picked off a few dozen tomatoes and some hot peppers. My Grandma was telling me about her morning as she watered the grass. I sat on the swing and listened intently, smiling.

I prepared a few bowls of yogurt and we sat outside and ate: Greek yogurt, blueberries, strawberries, chia seeds, walnuts, and Nani’s favourite—honey! I always squirt some extra honey for her, she really loves the taste.

The power of being in the present, I suppose.

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