A selection of photos by Jagdish
My love affair with trees started in my early childhood which I spent in the countryside. There was a pipal tree in front of our house, a neem tree on the left and many other trees were growing along the street.
Watching them change through the seasons ignited my imagination. I would often seek solace among them, looking at them carefully when their leaves were sprouting or change colour over the course of the year. In adolescence they stirred my poetic sensitivity. I became aware of their soothing shade and watched with curiosity the birds nesting in their branches.
I feel my mystical love for trees also has to do with my intuitive urge to reciprocating their love for me and, above all, for being such an important link in nature’s wider scheme for sustaining our planet.
My love for trees is still growing and I feel full of light whenever I sit or walk under their quiet presence. They, of course, offer that tranquil escape, which reduces stress and provides a connection to nature, ultimately a manifestation of God.
I wish to die under a tree and be buried under a cluster of trees. Even after death I long to hear the sound of falling leaves along with the musical voices of birds and the smell of sprouting leaves.
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