Last year, mid-September, I had seeds from a neatly scooped bell pepper.
The amateur gardener in me, ensured the seeds were buried deep in the nearest pot that was once a home of a spring onion.
The size of the pot was no match for the number of seeds; and the mud was a poor version of its original self which had obviously seen better days.
However, I had been sincere to my duties of watering the pot.
This year, March-end, I am counting tiny bell peppers in the jungle of plants, standing strong through the moody weather.
“I guess plants adjust better to circumstances than us.” I murmured.
“Where there is love, life blooms.” He said thoughtfully.
© 2021, Deeya Nambiar
* A flash fiction or a short poem? I am still wondering. I let my imagination take the route inspired by the photo.