The moment, Friday special was announced, one heard murmurs of ‘begging for plants’, ‘why are we going for begging’, ‘what is this… feeling weird to be begging’ The term ‘begging’ kept echoing until this Friday.
We started the briefing by looking at this word ‘begging’. What images come to our mind? Some stretched their arms out , talking how beggars talk at traffic signals, what they ask for… some more reflections started pouring in – Only the word is disgusting, the act is not that bad… Where all do you beg? Getting something from parents , Halloween trick or treat, begging for feedback… Where all do you see your parents beg? Pls call me, complete your planning, eat healthy food… Where all do we see begging in the world? Countries begging to stop war, startups begging for funding, begging for attention It dawned upon us all of us are begging for something or the other….
For a bunch of us who ventured into the village thinking who will give us anything, we were utterly shocked to see the generosity of the villagers who went out of their way to share their seeds, saplings, cuttings with us…
They were happy to explain about the growing conditions, they also took us to their neighbours for cuttings they didn’t have. We inquired about their lifestyle. They left us with way too many gifts and a welcoming smile… Our bags and hearts were overflowing with all the affection showered on all of us… we saw an abundance of nature inside out…
