Backyard jungle

From the garden.

I think we all harbour this idea of aesthetic perfection, and somehow, when we let "nature take its course", quite literally, in our gardens and backyards, the end-result, rife with insects, mushrooms and snakes, is not all that appealing, particularly to its 'care-taker', the one measuring and manicuring the whole space. Anyway, thanks to  the Covid lockdown, I had been unable to visit my family home since January, and now, in September, I visited, though not under particularly under happy circumstances. My grandmother, my father's mother, of Fateh Kadal in Srinagar, passed away peacefully on the morning of 13th Sep. She was 95 years old, and was my last living grandparent. I don't really have a lot of memories of my grandmother, unlike my grandfather, with whom I connected with a lot during his later years. With my grandmother, it was always this mutual distance, or insincere affection. But, having said that, I'm uncertain whether her death has or will, impact me in any way, and I need to perhaps process it slowly and profoundly. 

In the meantime, since things have been so hectic over the course of the Covid lockdown, my mother, the backyard garden care-taker, has sort of given up on the upkeep, and with the monsoons in full swing, there is a veritable  jungle growing behind the house. Now, away from my busy, cement-concrete life in Bombay, when I saw what was happening right outside, I decided to document a little of it. Remember, I'm no photographer, but figured the blog could use a little green peace. 

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Backyard Jungle. 

Guardian of the Backyard Jungle. 

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