One Saturday morning, not so long ago, I attended the square foot gardening workshop at Daily Dump in Indira Nagar, Bangalore.  With just one objective: to unlearn whatever little I knew of gardening and growing vegetables/flowering plants in my humble balcony garden. 16 of us got together to begin the day with some yummy cookies. For the rest of the day, we were known not by our names, instead our identity was the vegetable/fruit of our choice. Over the past year, I parted away with most of my pots – some that had been with me for years; a few heavy ones that my father-in-law had painstakingly got upstairs. This was the last one to go, but it had to go for with no sunshine, thanks to dozens of tall Eucalyptus trees in the adjacent plot, all my plants were dying a slow death. It was sad to see the…