It was almost a year he had been confined to this hospital bed and he knew from the doctor’s look that the end was near. A close friend tired like himself looked at him with brimmed sadness. Turning his eyes away from him, he looked at the few plants he had nurtured to keep him company during his lonely stay in this city hospital where he had been diagnosed with terminal illness.

Some of them were dying and some were trying to cling on to life just like him this winter, but poor them, like him, they missed the sun to brighten things up…