A blessing rests on a house on which falls the shadow of a tree, said someone who must have loved trees as much as I do. The apartment I live in the autumn of my life is on the third floor, facing a park. The park had trees growing on all four sides, Eucalyptus mainly but also Laburnum and Saptpatika . A neem tree grew as a bonus on the side, raising its head high as if to peep into my bedroom. Like a promise never broken, it blossomed each year, filling my room with heavenly fragrance. Many a bird found sanctuary in the trees and built their nests, feeling secure in the branches. “How blessed I am,” I thought, to see just the tree-tops when I wake up each...
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