Tuesday 14 October 2014

October 14, 2014 Mirzapur

The tallest trees I see from my window are very tall and very strong. The harshest winds have only been able to make their leaves rustle. I have seen the leaves dance through the winter breeze and the monsoon gusts. Never once I saw any animation in those tall soldiers who stand quietly behind my house protecting us from I don’t know whom, probably from all forces of man and nature.

I woke up this morning to find a weak fern outside my house disappeared. It was lying on the ground scattered, giving in to the powerful storm, bent and broke. My eyes darted straight towards my tallest trees. Today they are agitated. The hurricane Hudhud has hit us. It is weak in this region, only an effect one can say, still our strong, tall soldiers are fighting it, I like to think, to protect us. These trees are moving and bending with the flow of the strong winds. They are shaking the rain off themselves; they are resisting the force of the storm. They are fighting hard, still going strong. As long as every one of those is standing, I have nothing to worry about. But I fear for their safety. I wonder at my own feelings as I see their tussle. Is nature fighting against nature to protect me or is it just them and I am insignificant?