When Nature Plays, Bitter Gourd is Sweet!

The twin beauties hanging in our courtyard were neither planted nor tended. The bitter gourd vine just came up from the decomposing kitchen waste deposited at the base of the poochapazham and sappota trees. In a few months, it climbed up the sturdy branches and produced little yellow blooms followed by the light green bitter gourds. Seeing them, one smiles in joy. They seem to say, “Like you, we are the children of mother nature. Man thinks that he is doing everything, but he is just a tiny cell in our mother’s body, for it is she who thinks through him and acts through everyone and everything. Let go of the belief of doership, and free and childlike, sit joyfully in the lap of our mother!”