A different kind of Produce....

 

There are people who have green thumbs. And then, there is ME. I have the innate ability of killing the healthiest plant alive, just by my ‘touch’.

Laugh, if you may, but I guess it has something to do with being a charge carrier. The plants I touch, simply die of the shock!!

Other than that, I have zero abilities to raise a plant (and then you wonder why I fret over motherhood!!) . A plant needs just water, some sunshine, at times, a little fertilizer and it does the jolly good thing of rearing itself up.

Hand me such a nice sweet sapling and see its dead remains in a couple of day’s time!!Thats how bad I am! I forget to water them. I keep indoor plants in the sun (What?? I didn’t know they were indoor ones!!) and out-door ones in the shade. Fertilizer? Whats that?

Suffice to say, I haven’t a single green leaf to call my own. BUT, the urge to succeed exists somewhere deep in my heart (I do believe….I shall overcome some day!!). So while clearing up the terrace one day when the BF was discarding the broken up pots, I told him to hang on a sec. I wanted those pots in my window sill and I was damn well gonna plant some herbs and see them grow.

“Have it your way”, says the BF and dumps the pots on the sill.

This was ….erm……6 months back.

I haven’t planted anything yet. Not even scattered a few seeds in any of them. In fact, I totally forgot about the existence of those pots……

…………….until one fine day, I opened the window to see this :-

Pigeon in a pot!!

           

Thats right. A big fat pigeon in a pot!! All scared and timid, but refusing to fly even when I was this close to it. Unchallenged, I leaned in a wee bit more and found this :-

Eggs in a pot!!

 

Awwww……..the poor feathery friend had laid a couple of eggs in the pot and was busy hatching them!! (You can see the eggs behind her feet)

Isn’t that sweet

Well, I didn’t grow plants, but looks like my pots weren’t all that useless after all. Only, this time they were producing something entirely different

Anyhow, the pot is filled with rice grains every day and I have kept a plastic jar of water for the poor bird.

And oh, this one’s the she-pigeon. She takes a break once a day when the he-pigeon comes over and stays put on the eggs.

I asked the BF to learn this lesson in parental responsibility.

He turned a deaf ear and went back to his paper.

Shuck!! Some samples of the male specious NEVER learn.