Bambi came to our house on Deepavali carrying wishes and good luck. She was a surprise!
The doorbell rang on the morning of this special day. My husband attended the call, took the box that was passed to him by the courier boy and without a second glance placed it on the table and went on with his business.
After some time I pick up this rectangular parcel and notice that the address on it is ours but it has someone else’s name on it. When I rebuke my husband for not checking the name before receiving the parcel, he points out that the address is correct and the one who was sending it was a vendor that we very frequently use. The vendor is sending out gifts to all his preferred customers, us being one of them and somebody just goofed up the name.
I was reluctant to accept the gift which I felt might be for someone else. I left the parcel back at one corner of the table so as to return it if the courier boy came back for it. No one came or called asking for it. We were divided about opening the parcel : my husband and daughter wanted to open it and see what it was and I didn’t. I wanted to be sure that it was meant for us.
We anyhow looked on all sides of the parcel to get a clue of what it was. We didn’t have to look hard. There in bold print were wishes of good luck and a paragraph about the good luck bamboo plant. So they had sent a bamboo plant!
I had a bunch of them in my previous house because it’s an ideal indoor plant and all it needs is some water to thrive. They were doing quite well until I had to leave them behind on a one month vacation. I placed them in a much bigger bowl brimming with water which I hoped will be enough for them to live till I came back. Sadly that was not the case; there was enough water but almost all of them were dead except for couple of them who were barely hanging on. I was puzzled, I didn’t know what was going on so I googled to find out as to how to care for good luck bamboo plants. It said how frugal their needs were; just pure clean water. It then struck me that my dirty impure tap water killed them!
Now I was all the more wary of accepting the gift because I wasn’t sure that it was meant to be with us. I decided that I would put it away for a couple of days to hand over if it were to be claimed, else I would accept it as ours.
I completely forgot about the plant until my daughter reminded me after a week or so about it. I rushed to open it thinking that perhaps I killed this one too. There were two of them; one was healthy enough and the other was almost dead. I placed both of them in the small container and pebbles provided in the parcel to support the plants. This time around I fed them with pure mineral water. Soon the almost healthy one became greener and healthier but I lost the other one. It took me some time to let it go.
Our Bambi is growing well. I am happy for her but at the same time I am worried that she might one day get too big for her container. Then I will have to shift her into a bigger container but I am shit scared to do that. What if I end up killing her ? Now when I water her a part of me pleads her to slow down, to remain little. That part of me feels guilty for being a coward which wants to stunt her growth, her potential. But the other bigger and braver part of me had decided to put my fear aside and instead rejoice and support her in whichever way she wants to grow.