During my eighth grade, we had a small patch of soil in my house perimeter. We bought a number of seeds and planted them in the garden behind our house. My friend and I, took to gardening on a Sunday noon and planted them seeds all over the garden. We tried, with our knowledge, our best to plant them so that we can yield some growth out of it. My friend told me to sow multiple seeds at a co-ordinate lest some of them fail to grow.
As days went past, the seeds started to grow into several plants and one too many at each co-ordinate for my friends estimation went wrong. All the seeds were hybrids, so no chance of failing to grow. in one particular patch, i had planted orca seeds and they were growing pretty fast. Every day as i left to school, i would marvel at the plants and was waiting for it to bloom, for i did not yet knew what the plant was. One day, flowers started to bloom. They had flourescent petals with a violet stalk in the middle. They were some beautiful flowers and I gave in and plucked one and saved it in my biology text book.
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By the time we had biology class, my textbook had violet blots in it because of the flower. I was surprised at the amount of color that was stored in the flower's stymen. And the joke was that i placed the flower in botony section.
After three - four days, the okras started to grow. I was very happy. I was able to yield 2 to 3 kilos of it. And okra's were my favorite to begin with. My mothers collegues used to call me ' రొట్టె బెండకాయ' , meaning roti and okra curry.
One day after my school when i returned, i found that all the plants were pluck out and a jasmine bush was planted instead. I felt immense sadness mixed with fury and helplessness. Upon my inquiry, they were planted by the land owners.
Then all i had left was a dried flower and a voilet blot in my textbook.