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Day (Period: unidentified time in my childhood)
Location- outside home
The 30-year-old Jamun tree stands tall outside our house. The residential society office has sent a notice to our neighbors to take it down. My grandmother and Mrs. Malhotra (next door neighbor) talk as I play in the verandha, eavesdropping on what they are discussing.
Mrs. Malhotra: How will they ever understand the importance and value of this tree?
My grandmother(with immovable grit): It’s not just a tree. It’s a part of our co-existence here. We will have to fight our way for the tree, for the beauty, for the memory and for the monotony we share with this tree.
This Jamun tree is over 35 years olf :’) and continues to stand tall and beautiful!
My sensitivity towards nature has been honed over the years because these childhood memories left an impression me. Being a…
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