Despite my best efforts, my patient suffers. When we feel thwarted by nature all we can do is cling to hope | Ranjana Srivastava
My patient, a keen gardener, gave me a seedling. Neither of us could have imagined the plant’s journey would mirror that of her life‘You can’t get this wrong, they grow by themselves!’ she laughs.I love a lush garden and dream of being surrounded by the cacophony of flowers, bees and butterflies that were a staple of my Indian childhood. But I am reconciled that the decidedly meditative act of sowing, tending and reaping must wait until retirement. Continue reading...
My patient, a keen gardener, gave me a seedling. Neither of us could have imagined the plant’s journey would mirror that of her life
‘You can’t get this wrong, they grow by themselves!’ she laughs.
I love a lush garden and dream of being surrounded by the cacophony of flowers, bees and butterflies that were a staple of my Indian childhood. But I am reconciled that the decidedly meditative act of sowing, tending and reaping must wait until retirement. Continue reading...
