No matter where I go, which city I am visiting or living in, the first thing I seek out are trees. More than the buildings and other urban spaces, trees define the place for me. With rapid expansion of cities, green belts are replaced by highways or flyovers. There are trees still in these spaces if you seek out the streets or look beyond vacant lots where garbage seems to be piling up.
When I moved to a large metropolis, the first thing I noticed on stepping out of the railway station was a huge tree, tucked beneath a flyover. On construction sites, there are trees covered with mud and cement but there nevertheless. I seek out the trees next to canals of water. Parks of course nurture them but the real finds are sometimes the most joyous. You can find tiny flowers strewing the sidewalk in an otherwise concrete area of the town if you go early enough before the streets are swept.
Trees which have been around for a long time are such a comfort. They have seen many seasons and people and are witness to the cycles of nature and life.
I found this tree tucked away in a dingy lane, away from the crowded area which is swarmed by crowds in the day. Maybe a few of those people find respite from the mid day heat in its shade.
This post is inspired by Becca Given’s Sunday Trees where she shares the pictures of trees from all over the world.
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