It is pretty lonely nowadays.
My friends are long gone in the name of ‘development’
There are a few new neighbors but they all seem so ‘posh’ and ‘pretty’ just like the many people who wiz past me. Always hurrying to work, dropping kids, going somewhere in their big smoke-spewing things called ‘cars’!
My neighbors are plants like me, but they seem weird. There is no sweet-smelling flower that blooms nor does any bird make its nest. They don’t offer shade and they certainly don’t shed! I really don’t know what they are but they aren’t interested in polite conversations, so I let them be.
It’s not all that bad you know! I am a part of a big housing society (that’s what people call their homes nowadays!) I am planted in the leisure forest walk area. A small patch of trees with benches and shade! Sadly, nobody seems to have leisure on their hand to come to this area and walk-in peace. ‘Peace is of course elusive! I must know, I am still finding it’
Who am I?
Oh! Sorry, where are my manners! I am Prajakta – a tree with sweet-smelling white flowers that have an orange stalk.
I should be happy that I am alive! I should be peaceful that there is no one to bother me and the gardeners take real good care of me, but there is no one to smell my sweet flowers. No one comes to this side in the early mornings to see the beautiful white and orange carpet that my flowers spread. My most glorious moments are spent alone! So is this really living?
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