A tree that witnessed my childhood.
One who witnessed the onset of most of my summer holidays ritual...
One that was also a landmark for us - Me and Mommy whenever we would wait for the train, the one that would take us to my maternal Uncle's family... Every summer.
This tree was the one Papa would always ask us to stay put near, sit on the katte (ootla) stone, under the cool shade of this huge blooming tree.
Day before, when waiting at the same station, I walked past this chopped tree, my heart sank in guilt and I felt as if I am responsible... It was too heavy a weight for me to bear and my breath became shallow and short...
I was there to board my train to visit Nani's place over the weekend and this sight was so depressing that I went into the hyper loop of loosing things I love, may be soon I might start to loose people I grew-up with ...etc
Anyways, another bolt was when I saw a similar chopped stem of another giant Peepal tree at the deboarding station..:(
The summer, this human behaviour and my heart that bleeds so often...makes me feel helpless or may be I feel hopeless than being helpless...
Something in me is completely dead and aloof...
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