Resumed

It is winter 2026. After long years I am here. There is lots of changes in my life in these years. My kids grown up and they tends to be teenager. Nachipur being my home at village, my favorite always, been a retreat for me. But one things remain unchanged R. Damodar. Roaming along the river bank all time favorite. Wild vegetation along the bank, weeds grow quietly, doing their own thing while walk past without a second look. No garden, no care—just wild plants surviving on their own, and honestly, that’s what makes them beautiful.

The first flower caught my eye because of its soft pink colour. It looks delicate, almost like a tiny hibiscus hiding among rough leaves. From what I could find, it is likely Urena lobata, commonly called Caesar weed. It grows freely near rivers and open fields. In traditional medicine, parts of this plant are used for treating inflammation and minor wounds. But it also has a darker side—it spreads fast and can become invasive, competing with crops and native plants.

Fluffy, light-purple flowers that look like tiny pom-poms. This plant is almost certainly Ageratum conyzoides, often known as goat weed. It’s very common here. Folk medicine uses it for stopping bleeding and healing cuts.

What I love about these weeds is their contradiction. They are unwanted, yet beautiful. Ignored, yet full of character. Standing by the river, watching them grow freely, reminded me that nature doesn’t label anything as “weed” or “flower”—its nature.