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Born on a Plant

It was raining steadily for two weeks. Non stop. The year was 1979. It was almost getting over – December 8th night, Mother Plant floated down the flood.

I was her fruit. This Mother Plant bore me. The Servant at the House spotted me first, she plucked me and went inside.

Grandfather said “Keep that in the porch so that someone will take it away.” He got a stomach ache that night and his trusted doctor prescribed a newborn’s urine poured in through his nose as the medicine. I was a newborn, i was at the porch, and i had urine.

“Ok keep it inside for one night.” And thus i got inside the household. The next day and the coming days all were busy dressing up for the Big Udder (pronounced Big Other). Too busy to think about me and the Servant gave me food. I happen to be alive still.

“Jehello does this make any sense?”
“Not when you can’t make out the difference between a haystack and a beehive on a simple Wednesday before you die.” Jehello said with profound clarity as we stood in the afternoon sun among dry grass trying to figure out what stuff made Ladybirds go around.
“Yeah, i think you are right…”

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