Standing tall ,right in front of my childhood home, this banyan tree depicted a humble woman, with beautiful long strands .Some days the strands looked like they were braided and at other times during the rainy season , she would look all scruffy and drenched . Although a bit curious, we would eagerly wait to hear the piece of sad music that came from somewhere atop this banyan tree and used to wonder why the cuckoo bird lamented.She was so graceful and strong and braved the many turbulent weathers.The squirrels, that scampered up and down her outstretched branches relied on her for safety and comfort. It was not only the squirrels that ran up to her for warmth, there were other animals too,that made her their safe haven, whenever they wanted to escape the prying eyes..We all depended on the shade she provided during the hot fiery afternoons.
But Alas ! like all living things that must come to an end,this grand old banyan tree too succumbed to old age, leaving a great emptiness in our surroundings.
And with her went the aura of tranquility. Her absence is greatly felt.
But Alas ! like all living things that must come to an end,this grand old banyan tree too succumbed to old age, leaving a great emptiness in our surroundings.
And with her went the aura of tranquility. Her absence is greatly felt.
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