Amit Ahuja

Yeah, but if you don't have hope from anything, you live a better life....that's my side. Keeping hope disappoints, not today but somewhere tomorrow and it's a rule of life.

I just read the topic and it straightly attracted me to post a reply without reading any of the above.
The Ruralism, it's simple without much complications. The life is not composed of much extra things that kill your time. In our country, the rural areas are were people still meet, talk, discuss whereas the urban people are just on their technology, doing show offs and engaged in their own.
Rural areas are were people are close to nature, spend more time with it, and are actually breathing. I have a dream of living at a place where I can just view the greenery all around doing farming, gardening, sleeping, relaxing and nothing more.

Sonja Draven wrote:You know what love is and treasure it, but don’t give your love easily, nor on a whim.  You’re looking for an equal, someone to climb on your pedestal with you, roll around in the mud together, crawl out of the rut we’re stuck in.

You look at me - with laughter in your eyes at my dry wit, subtle humor, desire for my body and what we can do together, compassion for the things I’ve endured and admiration for my strength, love for me and appreciation for the friendship we share.

You have a body that shows you care for yourself and value my attraction for you, and you’re addiction and disease free.  Even when sweaty and greasy and dirty, to me you smell divine.  I drive you crazy, push your buttons, tease you to let go, forget where we are.

I trust you with who I really am and what I really want, and vice versa.

You’re looking for me like I’m looking for you – with hope mixed with skepticism - and a drive for self-improvement and reaching every goal and dream you’ve set for yourself, not while you’re waiting for me but because it’s who you are.  You’re frugal, financially careful, and yet splurge on those things you value.

You dance with me, maybe you sing with me (even if your voice sucks), you value fidelity, and I never fear you, view our possessions with an eye for how we would divide them up when it doesn’t work, when I can’t deal with your shit anymore.  

We are the same in our commitment to us, trust, love, compassion, respect and honesty, yet different in other ways - enough to keep it interesting.  You’re weird and abnormal, zany and quirky in ways that are different and yet so adorable.  You are passionate about life, your hobbies and interests, your friends, your honor.

I lose time daydreaming of you, remembering your touch, the way we make each other feel, the life we share together -Yet I’m grounded in the present, focused and strong, more than I’ve ever been, peaceful in the knowledge that it’s right and even while we both know we are solitary on our individual paths we are on this journey together.

If you exist, you’re all these things.

But I suspect you don’t.

I am amazed with your reply, majorly how you reflected whatever you had in your mind. This lets me respect the womenism even more, but if it's true. Not everyone is same here in this world...

This thread seems a very knowledgeable one. I have never thought about using the plants like this. I have plants, but those are mostly in the garden area and so rarely some smell comes inside.