Neeta missed it all
The open spaces of her village, the trees that swayed with the slightest breeze, the golden wheat and yellow dal fields, the freedom of being able to roam like an unfettered bird, the smell of flowers in the wind, the lowing of the cattle grazing placidly, the camaraderie of the village well, the song and the music.
She did love living in Delhi, loved her husband and was proud of his work. She loved the lights of the city, the eating places, the malls, the shopping markets, even the constant noise of traffic.
But how to survive in a concrete jungle?
She created a garden.