Flowers are always beautiful. My days of Bunia were full of scent of flowers.
Generally military belongs to a tradition of growing and taking care of flowers and orchids in the premises of their office or residence. Very close to my room there was a long and tiny garden with many flowers that increased the scenic beauty of the surrounding. Its fragrance stimulated me a lot and could make my day enjoyable and refreshing.
Gardening is one of the common aactivites of army. Gardening is not a hobby for them, moreover it is a necessity. Through my personal experiance, I sense that they want to adorn their neighbourhood to attract others, they love to keep their vicinity neat and clean as the part of their healthy and disciplined life.The solders sometimes kept themselves busy in gardening particularly in the peace time.The cantonment area generally is clean and well organized with the beautiful garden or green field.
However the colorful flowers made my mind jolly, active and meaningful. The presence of this beauty pacify and minimize my aches and sufferings of professional troubles and lonesomeness. I was quite far from my family and friends. The days sometimes became tiresome and annoying. I badly needed the freedom that time, sometimes I felt suffocating. On that crucial moment, this small garden softened my heart and reduce my uneasiness. I looked at them, they delighted me with their heavenly charm and aroma. They touched my mind with theirs soft and charming petals.
I started to feel better. Earthly disgrace and trouble were felt meaningless and perishable. The earth was seemed to me not bad at all!
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