The guava sapling was planted by my upstairs neighbor. Nanku Ram, my gardener, and I took care of it, providing nourishment both in form of fertilizer and water. We pruned and watched it grow into a tree. Understandably he was upset when random people plucked all the fruit last year. Sumitra, my house help, was also upset. They could have left at least one, didi, she lamented. I was not upset. I am not too fond of guava.
This year too the tree flowered and very soon the fruits appeared. However, I did not hold out any hope. I was sure that the random people will soon appear and pluck them off. And then yesterday when I went into my tiny garden to get the flowers for my mother, I saw this tiny, little, ripe guava on the ground. It was so perfect, the first fruit off the tree. I picked it up to show it to my parent. Of course, my mother wanted to eat it. I photographed it first though and then sliced it. My mother liked it.
Thus, endeth the saga of the first guava.
But it was a good omen. My student's paper got accepted and she can now submit her thesis.
There are many more fruits on the tree. I hope I get to save at least two- one for Nanku Ram and one for Sumitra.
This year too the tree flowered and very soon the fruits appeared. However, I did not hold out any hope. I was sure that the random people will soon appear and pluck them off. And then yesterday when I went into my tiny garden to get the flowers for my mother, I saw this tiny, little, ripe guava on the ground. It was so perfect, the first fruit off the tree. I picked it up to show it to my parent. Of course, my mother wanted to eat it. I photographed it first though and then sliced it. My mother liked it.
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| My mother with the first guava |
Thus, endeth the saga of the first guava.
But it was a good omen. My student's paper got accepted and she can now submit her thesis.
There are many more fruits on the tree. I hope I get to save at least two- one for Nanku Ram and one for Sumitra.
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