Bordering on the south side of sixty, his face was being crisscrossed by multiple ageing lines. The each line was testimonial to his sincerity, humility and experience as we found out in short time.
He had a flair for his job ,and solo performer for cutting,pruning,grafting,lawn mowing cleaning. He was nurturer for our carpet like lawn , well trimmed hedges along the perimeter and 200 + potted plants, many herbs, shrubs trees. Like a master with magic wand, he stirred a mini green revolution in the garden ,loving all and partial to none.
Though bordering near seniority,he was fit enough to climb mango and chikoo tree.,so that the nature's bounty reached our stomach and storage.His periodic sculpting of of row of Asopalav trees kept them in check from their expansion misdemeanor.
His rural Gujarati conversation with my spouse's elementary Gujarati with Hindi accent created a constant source of entertainment for my language sensitive ears .But they managed as a team, having matching skills and passion.
Two years back,he bid adieu to this world. The flora of our garden miss him and they silently weeps when stirred by wind , shedding flowers as if tear jerking in mournful sorrow.
May his soul rest in green.
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