Fences have bad connotations. Almost all North Indians associate fencing with barbed wire on Indo Pak border. Across globe, people have been waging wars to remove fences. Although, on private properties, we love to maintain our fences with passion.
I too am against borders and fences, and I too have a fence around my little garden. I too protect my fence and privacy, rather fiercely.
This year something strange happened to my fence. Strangers began stopping by, more and more of them were tempted to cross the fence. The creeper on my fence blossomed into thousands of tiny white flowers that filled air with sweet aroma.
Some enquired about the name of the creeper, some asked where did I get it from and what did I do to make it blossom like that!!
The truth is, when I brought the creepers, I didn’t know they will blossom. Creepers are creepers. And, I do not know the name of their scent.
I just know this fence brings more friends. More people become aware of beauty around them. Even those, who dislike me, love my fence. It brings a smile on their face.
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