It was mid November. The rain still came like a rare visitor some nights. It was no longer as heavy as it used to be. It was just some patter on the roof for a short while and it is gone.

The plants in the garden were trying so hard to live. No one came to water them . The scent leaves were now scanty, filled with just their seeds that had dried and turned a dark shade of brown. The growing pepper had died just like that. The vegetables could still give leaves for cooking soup twice but that was all it had to give. Insects and pests were...