I am studying in Lahore and family resides in Okara. Basically I belong to a family which owns bit of land in a village called Tapiala Dost Muhammad (situated on Muridike Narowal road right on edge of infamous Nala Degh) and growing supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Yes! that's a word not a typo) Basmati rice for many generations, and for my family its a source of great pride that in taste and aroma non other can match the rice of our fields.
This is me (left one all in black):
But I had not much interest in gardening as I am bit of a cinephile and all I was used to do was watch beautiful cinema in my free time, also by nature I was quite a germophobic
. My interest in gardening suddenly developed few months back, here is how it happened: My grandfather who is a avid kitchen gardener was visiting one of his sons in London for few months, and garden was destroyed because of construction work in the house and no one else was present to take care in his absence, so I stepped in.My grandfather:
This all is his effort all by himself, no mali or anyone, he is awesome "Do It Yourself" person:
That's me picking:
Out side of the house:
