Adeeg, Uttar Pradesh:
Its early morning and the mist is enchanting.
Suddenly I spot an orange hue. I skip a heartbeat. Thousands of marigolds swaying in front of my eyes in the mild winter breeze.
I sprint towards the farm and instantly start clicking, unaware of someone watching.
I look back and see her looking at me intently.
“I am only clicking, not plucking”, I blurt.
She smiles and says ” You can pluck as many.
Of course I had no intention to pluck those beauties, but thats how I met Poonam, the girl with a gorgeous smile and immense charm.
“Want to see around?”she asked me. And who could refuse a tour around the farm, with sugarcane, banana laden trees and freshly grown vegetables (full post on the farm coming soon)
I was amazed at her how hospitable she was. In an era where all of us have started detesting uninvited intrusion from known people, she was happily showing a stranger around.
When it was time for me to go, she said I won’t let you go empty handed and handed over a garland of marigolds she and her sisters had made.
She blatantly refused to take money for it. The gift was priceless and so was their warmth and hospitality. Hospitality hasn’t died. Its prevalent. And we, the educated people living in concrete jungles need to learn a tiny lesson from people like Poonam 🙂