Beauty of nature

Lakshmi posted her garden photo hoping someone would care. At seventy-two, she tended flowers like Avvaiyar once penned wisdom—with patient devotion. The reactions rolled in: some scrolled past indifferent, others paused, genuinely moved. A distant nephew commented, "Beautiful, Aunty." Neighbors began visiting, bringing seeds and stories. Cash rewards from those sharing posts seemed trivial compared to this awakening. Her garden became their gathering place, where Tamil verses danced among marigolds, where suffering neighbors found solace, and isolated souls rediscovered belonging. Nature had always whispered truth. Sometimes, we just needed permission to listen together.