The last time I checked every existence on the planet is destined to a seizure. There always is an inevitable end to all denizens of the planet. Life moves a full circle and reaches a point where it turns into dust. In the layman’s language, all packages come in with an expiry date most prominently labelled on it. Be it the span of life, or the frenzy of a technology, the stardom of a celebrity or the beauty of a human face, there exits hardly anything that does not extinguish with the unavoidable passage of time. However, there is no exception to exception. In this case, what has allured man for millions of years and still amuses us with its wonders is none but Mother Nature.
The earth’s journey from a hot, dense ball of gas to a planetary habitat thrived in the lap of an incredibly beautiful Nature. We have for ages lived and made umpteen uses of Nature to fulfil our needs to live a sufficed and luxurious life. Our surrounding, enriched by flora and fauna is the base to our sustenance since a millennia. And yet, the beauty of Nature does not fail to fascinate mankind with its ever-appealing splendour and rendezvous. What makes it so uniquely special is its depiction of simplicity as the essence of beauty. A note to be taken.
One’s propensity for naturally made/derived objects and substances is thus so much as justified, on account of the endless number of utilities we extract from them. Basing up on our prolonged dependence on Nature for our basic as well as prodigal needs, one has an obvious inclination towards naturally made products, tagged along with a much needed assurance of quality, in the context of adulteration that has spread in its dimensions, like never before.