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Arohi’s Garden

Dinajpur village of Bagladesh like a colorful canvas with green fields, clear water in the river, and flower garden in every house. In the middle of the village there is Arohi’s little piece of paradise, her own garden which she made with love. She has always had some affection to plants since childhood. Sitting in the garden with her father, smelling the fresh scent of the soil her way of showing love for nature. She never lost that love even after she got married. She carved out a small spot new home and planted beli, jasmine, tuberose, roses, joba and many others flowers. As the years went by her garden expanded.

Arohi wakes up every morning and heads to her garden. Carrying a clay pitcher and tucking the edge of her saree into her waist, she walks slowly to the plants. The flowers are like children to her. She gently greets them as she waters them: “Hello, how are you all" . Touching to brush the young saplings with her fingers, she says, “You’re growing up well, aren’t you?”

This garden now belongs not just to Arohi, it is a place of joy for the whole village. In the afternoon kids come to play, others come to enjoy the fragrance of the flowers, while some make garlands for fun. It’s like a living storybook. Sometimes a newlywed woman will wear a jasmine garland, and sometimes a group of people will gather to read poetry surrounded by roses. The garden is more than beautiful, it’s another name for love to Arohi.

But time never stops.

One evening, a neighbor girl, Reshma, came running to Arohi, jumping with joy and said, “Aunty, I’m going to Dhaka. I got into Dhaka University."

“So you’re going to Dhaka, so what,” said Arohi gently. The scent of my garden will always call you back. One day, you’ll see — you’ll have your own garden, even in the middle of the city’s concrete streets.

Tears filled Reshma’s eyes. “This isn’t just a garden filled with flowers. It is the smell of our childhood as well.”

As evening arrived, the sweet smell of shiuli flowers filled the air. Arohi stood in between her garden and spoke - people change, time goes but love just like flowers, never fades. Someday new faces will come to this garden, create new stories, and make new memories.

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