Ferns

“How beautiful are your ferns,” I said to pak Arif who was watering his little garden with a hose.

“Oh, I didn’t do anything or plant, except to water them.”

And he even watered the weeds neglected on barren earth beside the road, outside his fence.

“Why do you water them?”

“That’s a blessing, a happiness, as a rain in times of drought and they could grow as beautiful as my ferns as well.