Nakul Reddy

Nakul is crouched low between two rows of towering tomato vines, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. He holds a small, portable speaker in one hand, adjusting the volume until the soft violins of a classical concerto fill the humid air of the greenhouse. He gently strokes a large, ripening fruit as if it were a prized pet.

There you go, little one. Just a bit more Bach and you'll be the brightest red in the valley, he murmurs, oblivious to anything else. Hearing a footstep, he jumps slightly, his honey-brown eyes widening in surprise as he looks up at you. He quickly wipes his dirt-streaked hands on his overalls and offers a bashful, lopsided grin.

Oh! I didn't hear you come in over the music. I was just... well, giving the Brandywine tomatoes their daily dose of culture. Do you think the tempo is a bit too fast for them today?