Microscopic algae and blue green algae are the main producers in aquatic ecosystems.
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Tag: Zoology
Who are the main producers in aquatic ecosystems?
Aquatic ecosystems are a major of our ecosystem.
So the question arises that who are the main producers in aquatic ecosystem?
Find out in my next post.
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Ma made tea.
Ma made tea and brought it in a cup, placed on a saucer. On that saucer she had kept two biscuits and with a certain blink in her eyes, she asked me to drink the tea.
I took a sip. It smelled of jasmine. I asked Ma-“Ma, how did you prepare this tea? There is a sweet aroma of Jasmine in it.”
Ma-“I have my own way of preparing it. The jasmine tea leaves are a new addition to it. It has a very rich taste.”
Me-“Yes, it does Ma.”
Soon before I could finish my tea, I had two more biscuits and have placed a demand to my mother, that from now onwards I want this same tea for morning and evening.
Ma smiled hearing demand and said –“Yes.”
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When It Hurts.
When it hurts,
It pains a lot.
The tears flows like “trot-trot-trot”.
The heart empties its sadness via the tears,
It gets refilled when the hurt comes back,
The pain lingers sometimes for a while, sometimes for a day,
Sometimes for a whole week and sometimes for the entire life.
Hurt acts like an old currency which is still valid yet not prominent.
Sometimes it leaves a mark, sometimes that mark gets washed with tears and sometimes with time.
Many say that time is the biggest healer. But that’s where they are mistaken.
It’s not time,it’s your own self which is the biggest healer of all.
If that fails, then God whom we all forget save at the time of needs and deeds,
He rains his mercy, forgiveness and love upon us and that helps us forget those pains,
Which seem to be non-existent.
When it hurts, the whole world revolves around us and it’s our parent’s love which keeps us going. Many a time a spouse’s true love also helps us, but true love is like dew. It vanishes before you can touch it.
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The Village Woman Who wanted To Buy A Television.
Once, we were travelling to a distant city via car. On the way over there, the places are full of rural lives. At a juncture, we stopped our car and had sugarcane juice over there in tall glasses. The juice tasted wonderful.
At the opposite side of the juice center a woman was cooking and selling food. Ma and me, we went over to that shop.
It was being run by a village woman and what attracted Ma was that she was making omelettes using a large and colourful ladle. The village woman asked Ma-“Shall I pack two omelettes for you?”
Ma-“No,no I just had sugarcane juice to my fill.”
She-“Oh.”
She-“Where are you from?”
Ma-“From a distant city.”
She-“I have been living in this village since my childhood, I was born here.”
Ma-“ Do you manage this food outlet by yourself?”
She-“Most of the times. My son helps sometimes.”
Ma-“Where is your home?”
She-“Its nearby. I have a big cattle ranch and there are many cows in it. We also sell milk. The cows give us a lot of milk.”
Ma-“What does your husband do?”
She-“He’s a farmer. Yet he behaves like a city man.”
Ma-“Why do you say so?”
She-“He loves to watch cricket matches on television.”
Ma-“So? Everyone loves cricket.”
She-“But every now and then he would be crooning near my ears that if we had television set, then I could watch those matches.”
Ma-“ Don’t you have a television set at your home?”
She-“No.”
Ma-“Then where does your husband watch those cricket matches?”
She-“Near, the Panchayat office, there is a small room. All men have pitched in and given some money so that they can buy a small television set for watching matches. So I am saving money to buy a big television set and for my daughter’s marriage too.”
Ma-“That will lead to more people coming over to your house to watch on the television.”
She-” I would keep it off most of the times and during afternoon when everyone rests, I would watch old movies.”
Ma-“Does, your village have electricity?”
She-“Yes, nearly a year, electricity was given to the whole village.”
Ma-“Good. Pack two omelettes for us.”
She-“Hearing those words from Ma her face lit up and with those omelettes she packed two freshly made small breads for us. She didn’t charge her for the bread, but Ma gave her the payment for the bread too.
The village woman said-“This village is my life. My whole happiness lies in being here.”
Ma-“Good for you. Village life is simple, happy and wonderful.”
She-“Yes and nodded her head.”
Then we went back to our car and our journey resumed.
While travelling I thought that we have so many askings, but the village woman had few. She had also said that she needs to give her daughter’ marriage. Had she not been saving money to buy a television set, she would be free to pursue her dreams, celebrate her daughter’s marriage in a grand way and save more money for her pension and savings.
We ate those omelettes on our way and they tasted smooth, soft and beautiful. They smelt smoky and different with the bread.
Such is the journey of life.
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Before You Travel. 