Who’s whose?

When we first bought this land, there was a proud sense of ownership. I would look out from the terrace, follow the boundary of our four acres with my eyes and think, Wow! We actually own all this!

There was also a feeling that there was so much to be done with this land. Planting, improving, accommodating… We continue to do these things, but the sense of time-boundness, of desperation, is gone. It doesn’t matter so very much whether we do them or not. The land and its other residents don’t notice the difference.

I don’t worry about keeping up with the neighbours either. We decided against a ragi crop this year, and instead have planted a mixed no-till crop of peanuts, corn and various pulses. It doesn’t look as productive as the fields around us, but we’re not worrying. We got enough ragi in the last two years to last us another three years. And, rats permitting, we should get enough protein this year for this year; and the soil, incidentally, is benefitting in the long run. Yes, it would have been a whole lot better with tilling; but without all the prep that went into it, it could have been a whole lot worse. This is as ‘do nothing farming’ as we can get. So we are content. Though we don’t practice conventional farming, the neat ploughed fields around us are a visual treat. As are our neighbours weeding away, dogs in attendance.

Gone too is the sense of ownership. Now it’s no longer that this is ours, but that we are its. A feeling that anyone who has ever loved will identify with. When we are away, it looms in our consciousness. When we are here, things seem natural and comfortable. A busy and good life, like the other creatures around us lead.

I no longer have strong opinions on what is the right way to live and what is not. I don’t fret so much when I get stuck in the city. I only know that when I’m here, life feels complete. It’s as natural as this pink rose that I brought from Bangalore two weeks ago. It just dug in its roots and started blooming its head off. It belongs.

8 responses to “Who’s whose?

  1. So beautiful this. Your thoughts, your writing, lines that almost sound like poetry “I no longer have strong opinions on what is the right way to live and what is not. I don’t fret so much when I get stuck in the city. I only know that when I’m here, life feels complete. It’s as natural as this pink rose that I brought from Bangalore two weeks ago. It just dug in its roots and started blooming its head off. It belongs.”

    Liked by 1 person

    • Contented, yes. Wise, no. But thank you, Jaya! On the subject of belonging, it’s strange that I never put down roots until we got this place. What one of my friends used to call a potted plant – always ready to move! Maybe it’s just old age creeping up on me, but I when I look around, I feel – what more could anyone want?

      Liked by 2 people

      • That’s a wonderful feeling to have, true. And hasn’t it been said that the wise person is one who doesn’t know she is wise? 😊

        Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s