Of trees and roots

I never thought that I will feel sentimental about a tree, but when the incessant rains took toll of the ancient bottle brush tree in our compound I was surprised to feel such a deep feeling of loss … …

That tree had stood there since before me… It was witness to a lot of my childhood adventures and fantasies. It was the magical place which morphed from a seafaring ship to a space pod as per the wishes of me and my friends. At times it was my only companion.

I was hoping that I would teach Aasim tree climbing on that… But…

  • just dropping a line

    was reading your journal, what can i say, a most interesting life!

    • Re: just dropping a line

      Want to swap places? 😉