Monologue writing 2

Q Create part of an interior monologue that captures human flora experience readers
with vivid details and a message about the value of human flora interaction.

I am sitting in the backyard of my house with a bright sunshine and cold breeze
which is shivering my body. I am seeing those flowers which we planted. They are
still glooming in the breeze. Gardening is my favourite. I love to take care of plants
and plants new ones. I remember my childhood when the gardener used to take care of
plants in out farm, and I use to watch him for hours. My sister was also a gardening
lover so when used to come from her school we both used to plant some flowers and
vegetables in the back of our backyard. Our backyard was full of red and yellow roses
with sunflowers. Those roses and sunflowers used to shine and dance when we
watered them in cold breeze.

I wish I could do gardening with my sister again but…. I just want once to plant more
flowers in our backyard. But now we can’t. I really miss her. On last Sunday, she
called me and said, “It is a long time we did gardening together” and told me to come
home back but on Wednesday, she was no more. She died in a car accident. Why
didn’t I listen to her? at least we should have spent some time together gardening. It
was months when we last went to the backyard and gardened. The best weather to
garden for use was a slight sunny day with cold breeze. I loved the smell of the wet
mud. My sister bought me small gardening tools with a blue hat with yellow border
and shiny pink colour boots.

I used to scream and run inside the house when I saw some worms coming out the
whole which I made. But my sister used to bring me out again and used to say,
“Nothing will happen, these are very small”, it used to get motivated and come back
to gardening. I loved to dig holes with my small yellow coloured wooden shovel. The
blue colour container from which we used to water the plants was still there in the
storage room. I miss her yellow collar hat and gloves with flowers designed on it. I
remember when I used to take her hat before going for gardening and run around the
house, she used to run behind me and catch me. I would remember this photograph.
Thanks to mom who clicked, it’s my sister’s last memory, I will put this back in my
almirah. I miss her. I would have listened to her, and this wouldn’t have happened. I
miss those days.