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A New Delhi barsati’s wild green secret

  • Plants Décor
Jul 07, 2025
Meenakshi and Kush tending to lush green plants in a sunlit indoor garden - Beautiful Homes

In a sea of orange, be that little purple flower that boldly opens its heart to the sun every morning—and other lessons our writer learned from plants in her backyard

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction,” Virginia Woolf once said. I’d like to extend that just a little: a woman must also have compost, and a garden of her own—especially the kind where the blue pea vines curl with reckless abandonment, and dragonflies dart like they know something we don’t.

 

This garden wasn’t built overnight. It was imagined, designed, and made real through collaboration—a slow weaving of lives and intentions, beginning even before the first pot was placed. From the earliest conversations about sunlight, floor drains, and what would make this space feel like home, Kush Sethi was there. An urban gardener, educator, and friend, he helped bring this green world into being.

 

We planted what we thought we wanted—but there were always things that planted themselves. And that, perhaps, is the essence of this space. My garden isn’t manicured. It’s a little wild, a little tender, always a little surprising. It doesn’t bloom on command or bow to symmetry. It grows in its own strange rhythm, refusing to be arranged, and yet somehow, it's the most elegant thing I know.

THE WILD ONES

To me, it’s a quiet partnership with a city whose public face hides its most intimate offering—the quiet persistence of its green spaces. In a sun-drenched corner of my barsati—one of Delhi’s few surviving homes that still carry the charm of 60s and 70s architecture—I’ve gathered plants you’d recognize from the city’s streets: the safed Champa, creeper Bougainvillea, the Oleander with its majestic pink five-lobed flowers and deep green lanceolate leaves, the trailing Giloy, vivid Blue Peas, a spindly Pencil Tree, graceful Spider Lilies, flowering curry leaf and bright-faced Nasturtiums that blossom when the weather softens.

A sunlit garden corner brims with blooming flowers, hanging pots, and lush greenery - Beautiful Homes
Champa blooms.

I often imagine the garden conspiring behind my back, rearranging itself overnight just to surprise me every morning. Two to three species compose themselves in a pot or the bathtub, springing up in places they were carried to by the wind or the many species of birds that call the city its home. Sometimes, I walk out with the hose and feel like I’m stepping into a portal, a different time and place.

 

Kush would say this kind of intuitive, untamed growing is the result of unlearning. "The process of making gardens in homes," he told me once, "can be a kind of unlearning."

 

There’s a system we’ve inherited—one that treats gardens as things to be owned and ordered, not observed or loved.

Kush repotting the Spider Lilies - Beautiful Homes
Kush repotting the Spider Lilies.
A composition of Giloy, Champa, Lemon Kefir tree, lemongrass, blue pea and the Oleander - Beautiful Homes
A composition of Giloy, Champa, Lemon Kefir tree, lemongrass, blue pea and the Oleander.

From the start, Kush’s role wasn’t just that of a consultant. He was a builder, educator, silent conspirator, and the maali who stuck around. His design was thoughtful and exacting—sensitive to my routines, the budget, the sun, the railings, even Delhi’s infamous dust storms. He introduced drought-resistant plants, self-seeding varieties, and a lightweight potting mix that allows me to shift and move things as the garden evolves.

 

We designed with time in mind—what the garden could become with neglect, and how it could heal with return. There were days, even months, when I felt low and distant. The garden showed it. During one difficult summer, I forgot to water for nearly a week. The leaves burned. The soil cracked. When Kush visited, he didn't scold. He just gently reminded me how watering—even in our worst moments—can become an act of anchoring. He shared how it helped him through his own depressive spells, how lifting a hose could be the smallest step out of the hardest day.

 

Kush's approach stands in contrast to traditional maalis—the gardeners whose practices often come from rote habit or quick fixes. "They sweep up fallen leaves, pluck yellow ones before they fall, discard garden waste as garbage instead of mulch," he explained. "They see anything that crawls or flies as a pest. Bees might sting, birds eat the fruit, butterflies lay eggs on the leaves—it’s all seen as damage, not life."

 

We knew we didn’t want that. And so, this garden was consciously made to be habitat-friendly. We don’t use chemicals. We admire chewed-up leaves as signs of life. We spread coconut husk mulch to protect the soil and shelter critters. A bug hotel sits nestled among the pots, built for solitary bees. We’ve even welcomed tiny snails, hitchhikers from a water nursery, who now live quietly in our miniature aquatic patch.

Kush gently holds aquatic snails and a floating water plant - Beautiful Homes
Little snails from the water pond.
A Myna bird stands on a garden ledge surrounded by lush green plants - Beautiful Homes
Myna, a regular visitor to the garden.

THE GIFT OF PRESENCE

I follow butterflies until they vanish into the thickness of the Bougainvillea and Giloy. I remember thinking once: nothing here moves in a straight line, and that’s exactly the point. The Giloy, teaches you a lesson on co-existence and camaraderie. It is at all times extending, and reaching out to the other plants, inter-twining with the branches of a willing comrade.

 

Spring is my garden’s most mischievous season. One year, the shankhpushpam (bluepea) returned in a riot of indigo, opening like small velvet mouths toward the morning sun. Their scientific name is Clitoria ternatea, which is both anatomically accurate and a delightfully unsubtle way for nature to say, good morning.

 

By the time Delhi summer arrives, the garden shifts from playful to parched. The sun presses down hard. Leaves curl inward. There have been times I returned after weeks away to find my garden dry, drooping, half-brown. It felt like heartbreak. But all is never lost. Watering twice a day becomes a slow act of repair. A kind of prayer. A ritual of return. And slowly, green seeps back in—hesitant at first, then a little bolder each day. Healing, like growing, doesn’t happen overnight. But it happens.

 

By autumn, the letting go begins. The garden leans. The vines get tangled. Everything softens into itself. I’ve buried many things here —small creatures who visited, lived, and left. A bird my cats chased. Pond fish who couldn’t adjust to their new water. A dying bee I once fed a drop of honey to, because I read it might help. She didn’t survive. But in the weeks to follow, the bougainvillea and giloy stretched into a perfect heart around the plastered walls of my barsati. Coincidence, maybe. Or maybe a quiet reminder that every gesture matters.

Repotting the Champa by first cleaning the base of the pot where the roots have pushed its way through the base - Beautiful Homes
Repotting the champa by first cleaning the base of the pot where the roots have pushed its way through the base.
Foraged some edible plants from the garden - bougenvilla that you can brew to make a tea, curry leaves, lemongrass for teas, Giloy, blue pea, a cut of aloe vera & basil flowers - Beautiful Homes
Foraged some edible plants from the garden - bougenvilla that you can brew to make a tea, curry leaves, lemongrass for teas, Giloy which is a great immunity booster, blue pea flowers also good for a tea, a cut of aloe vera, basil flowers.

There’s a tenderness in the dying. Even grief becomes fertilizer.

 

Kush once said “Garden design can be intuitive. A reflection of how deeply we’re willing to understand nature’s systems. Not just to tame them, but to listen.” Kush and I also made an unspoken agreement: to return to the garden together at least once a year. We prune roots, refresh the soil, train new vines, divide thriving plants, and admire the quiet work the garden has done in our absence. These rituals—often sweaty, sometimes messy—are how we continue our partnership with the space and each other. It’s what makes this garden feel alive not just as a space, but as a relationship.

 

He often nudges people to walk through city forests, watch how plants grow between pavement cracks, learn from neighbourhood gardens, from weeds, from fungi. His ethos reminds me that a garden doesn’t have to be anything more than a question we keep asking the soil: what would you like to become?

Periwinkles in the shoe, and a variety of Cactus and succulents in the repurposed shoes - Beautiful Homes
Periwinkles in the shoe, and a variety of Cactus and succulents in the repurposed shoes.

Winter, in my garden, is quiet magic, the kind reminiscent of enchanted forests. The light gets longer and lower. On some mornings, I find Delicatula integrella—a rare, almost invisible mycelium nestled in the soil. It’s easy to miss unless you’re crouched low. Mycelium, after all, is the great translator of death into life. It weaves what was, into what will be. It tells me, softly: you live on. “God is change,” wrote Octavia Butler, one of my favourite authors. My garden hums this truth through every dried leaf, every seed pod, every fallen flower as a site of transformation.

 

Even when I’m too busy to show up, she keeps growing in her solitude. She doesn’t need me to thrive, but when I return, she welcomes me like I never left. That is her wisdom: no drama, just continuity.

I’m learning that gardens can be spaces of aspiration—or of attention. I choose the latter. I play with the soil in the reused bathtub where many combinations of green, orange, purples and whites have grown through the seasons. I notice, with intention, which leaves have found a new pot to grow from and which flowers have opened. I try to remember that being here, being with her, is enough.

 

Kush often reminds people that gardens can become classrooms if we allow them to be. “You can study phenology, track relationships between species, make art with fallen leaves. You don’t need to do much—just notice more. Just engage. It’s a partnership.”

 

My garden isn’t clean. It’s not tidy. But it’s a living, breathing, cyclical, generous space. It teaches me how to sit still. How to come back. How to let go. And maybe that’s what she’s been trying to tell me all along: Even when I am scattered, tired, and a little bit lost, something somewhere is still quietly rooting for me.

 

All Images by Menty Jamir

Kush and Meenakshi are seated outdoors amidst lush greenery - Beautiful Homes
Meenakshi Thirukode and Kush Sethi having a light moment.
Meenakshi Thirukode is a writer, researcher - Beautiful Homes
Meenakshi Thirukode, cultural critic and communications strategist.
Tools of the gardener from pruning scissors to a tape and some spades - Beautiful Homes
Tools of the gardener from pruning scissors to a tape and some spades.
Pansies, Bougenvilla, Oleander leaves - Beautiful Homes
Pansies, Bougenvilla, Oleander leaves.
Composition of white flowers are pansies, there's the bunches of curry leaves, little bits of the Bougainville are also visible in the bathtub that’s been repurposed - Beautiful Homes
Composition of white flowers are pansies, there's the bunches of curry leaves, little bits of the bougainvilla are also visible in the bathtub that’s been repurposed.
Kush pruning of water grass - Beautiful Homes
More pruning of water grass.
Meenakshi and Kush tending to lush green plants in a sunlit indoor garden - Beautiful Homes
Meenakshi Thirukode and Kush Sethi.
Meenakshi cutting some Giloy - Beautiful Homes
Cutting some Giloy.
Kush trims a hanging potted plant in a lush outdoor garden - Beautiful Homes
Kush pruning some of the hanging pots.
Meenakshi waters blooming pink flowers on a lush green terrace garden - Beautiful Homes
Meenakshi watering the garden.

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