Four months ago, I took in five money plants of finger’s length and planted them in three cute little coffee cups I got for a low rate from Big Bazaar and an old Old Monk bottle I “stole” from Hyderabad. Finally, I had an assemble of money plants by the window sill of my bedroom. I came home yesterday from hostel after finishing a semester and to my surprise, the babies have grown. But they were all lying low and so within ten minutes I tied their stems to the grill and now they look so grown up!
Four months is it took. All of them are growing at different paces, but growing nevertheless. Now I am sitting on the floor looking at them. When I am away, my cousin takes care of them by making sure they are watered daily. So all the credits of them being green and healthy should go to him. And yet, I am sitting here thinking how much they have grown over a semester. It makes me wonder if I have also grown a little. Beyond my broader hips and bigger tummy, I genuinely hope that I have matured inside. As I look inward, I cannot really see how I have changed. Have I become a little less selfish? A little more aware of what is happening around? A little more empathetic? A little less anxious? I cannot tell.
I wish there was some qualitative instrument to see how I have changed in a given span of time. I know that there are projective techniques and personality tests that make it possible today, but how much can I rely on them? Why is it important for me to know that I am a better individual than who I was a semester ago?
My plants will be bigger when I come home next time. I have plans to tie them to the grills like an arch. I am not very sure about my plans for myself.