Farming, though not on a large scale, muse every rural Indian, in its true sense. Being born in family where farming was a subsidiary occupation, I wanted to initiate myself into it, at least on a micro level. As I don’t reside in a metro-city, I usually get fresh, local, organic vegetables.My vegetable vendor charges exorbitant rates for his organic stuff, which is four-fold higher than the market rate. A 500 rupee note could hardly buy a week’s vegetables. While thinking of an alternative, I thought of making few alterations to my yard in a way to accommodate grow bags. Amazon was kind enough to supply those Eco-friendly grow bags within a week. With the help of an outdoor assistant, I could arrange for two small trucks of red soil , filled those mighty bags with them, placed it on my front and back yards under better sunlight. As the idea of a kitchen garden had sprouted in my mind before itself, I had brought better quality seeds from my native town.
A week later, Amaranthus seedlings raised its numerous heads from different sides, seedlings of Ladies Finger, Brinjal, Ginger, Coriander leaves, Pumpkin, Ash Gourd, Green Chilli, Papaya plants, Tulsi plants, ( not a vegetable,though), Banana plants of different types , gradually became my cute,little friends. I don’t use chemical sprays or any readily available insecticides for my tiny garden.Soaked tobacco leaf water mixed with camphor which I prepare on my own, is the only pesticide I use. Vermi- Compost is the only manure with which I treat them. Although small, I don’t have to depend on the vegetable vendor for all the stuff. I talk to those plants and its tender fruits on early mornings and on late evenings and believe me, they turned out to be my great quarantine friends. True friends I mean, for I could rely on them during lock down.