Place: Grass Farm Nursery, Jaipur
When I saw that all the employees of the nursery were busy with other clients, I knelt to take out the packed saplings from the seedbed. Just as I was about to start, I heard a harsh, unclear voice. I looked up and saw an old man with a not so pleasing appearance. He had his right hand close to his chest. He tried to stop me by gesturing with his left hand; his words were indistinguishable. Saliva dripped as he spoke and he had pretty thick glasses over bulging eyes. He repeated himself a couple of times, and I gathered that he was offering to help me. “Let me do it for you!”
I was a bit hesitant, wondering if he would be able to manage: physically as the packed saplings were quite heavy, and mentally as they needed to be counted. He started doing it. When I noticed that he was doing the job perfectly, I stepped back.
He helped me collect different types of saplings in varied numbers. He also showed me some of the fully-grown trees in the nursery of the varieties that I selected. He then accompanied me to the checking and payment desk. The officer there told me that this special individual was a retired former employee who regularly visited the nursery even after retirement. He worked in an honorary capacity, as he loved to live in greenery. I was amazed to see his love for nature!
Do what you love.