Winter is approaching slowly. I brought all the plants inside today from the balcony and potted them in bigger pots. They have plenty of space and sunlight and soil and water and air but there is this doubt. It's their first winter and I don't know if they will survive. I have somewhat a similar doubt about my life too. I dont know if I will survive the next big cold hurdle of my career as a scientist. People say that basil will be fine indoors, its a weed. It's ironic how unwanted plants grow just fine in any season without any love or care, but the prettiest of the Crotons fade fast. There are some other tiny plants in my pots. I am sure they are weeds because I did not plant them. They are tiny but sometimes they get flooded in rains and still come up nice and bright when the water dries. Sturdy little things they are! I potted them in their small separate pots too because as I told my room-mate, I don't know who they are or were they came from, now that they are in my house, they are my responsibility. I can't control their roots and if weeds are what they meant to be when they grow up, weed they will be but they will the most well-fed, well-cared for weeds anyone has ever known. My job is just to help them be who ever they are meant to be! As Guru Granth Sahib says, He who feeds the birds and trees, will not let you stay hungry. You will be loved. You will look pretty. You will survive the winter. Have faith.
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