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Colour matters

The multitude of colours on a croton plant makes it an ornamental one for the garden. Shades of green, yellow, and red make them a sight to behold. They do have an occasional flower, but their leaves themselves are colourful to our garden.


In the picture, you can see the croton with green and yellow leaves. The green is due to chlorophyll, which is the food manufacturing pigment of the plant. Yellow and red are due to the presence of different plant pigments called carotenoids. These cannot manufacture food, but that does not mean they are unimportant for the plant. They support the process of photosynthesis. And though they appear trivial, they are a very integral part.


The same we can see in many families, both nuclear and joint. The greens are the ones who work to provide food for the family. The yellows and reds don't manufacture food but aid in the whole process that sustains the plant.


The greens, at some point in their life, think that they are the only ones toiling. But is it the truth? Forget the photosynthesis and the aid the greens get from the reds and yellows. If the yellow were not there, in between, would not the whole plant look dull and not ornamental? And that sole reason would be more than enough to get that plant cut away from a beautiful garden. 


A family is never beautiful nor complete without all the colours. And perhaps one day, it may be the least significant colour which protects it from being cut.



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  1. Dr.Mayarani SenanDecember 26, 2020 at 12:17 PM

    Beautiful thought.Everything matters.every color,person,emotion,experience...are important.

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  2. Pavan MangiDecember 26, 2020 at 8:10 PM

    Beautiful ! Every shade and colour has its role to play . Each one is important in his/ her own way . Just like how our Mother Earth looks from space every color adds up to its beauty , deserts included so too we accept that each one adds up

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  3. UnknownDecember 28, 2020 at 9:17 PM

    People should try to hold all colours tightly to their heart with adequate space in between so that they don't merge to be single white colour...If there be seven of them.....Just sup

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