Ever since I heard “Standing tall”, I really wanted to know what it actually meant and I found my answer when I came across a majestic and the mythical BANYAN tree.
Though it might just be in its nascent stage of life, it had no less aura than that of a fully grown one. The great stem divided itself into two great branches. The branches were distinctly visible from the view point I was in and it seemed as if the tree has me welcoming into its hidden depths with its whole heart. The roots magnified the majesty, the protruding ones which offer support to the mighty branches. The way the branches and the leaves engulfed the main and the major part of the internal depths was way beyond imagination. I felt a force driving me towards the tree(could it be the tree itself?). I walked 43 feet towards this eternal beauty and looked up, it was a bit spooky, a bit dark, and after my sight adjusted to the lesser light, I could see more clearly.
And I was true(if I still didn’t tell you), the tree spread itself so cunningly that it covered more area than it meets the eye. As a curious cat, I started to explore the innards of this gigantic tree. I heard a series of monotonous sound of someone hitting the wood really fast. I proceeded in that direction and I discovered that it was a woodpecker doing what it was proficient in, I decided I would not be meddling with the most busiest living being in the vicinity. Sense of hear is too good to discard the origin of the something which makes our eardrums vibrate, so when I heard a sweet pleasant sound of some bird sounding like a flute on the other side of the other branch, a bird’s nest attracted my vision. The bird might have flown, the eggs were pinkish white in colour (I did climb the main stem though), wanting a closer look, I continued my climb. I was just a yard and a half away when I heard my car’s tyre getting deflated, I concentrated my field of vision in the direction of my car for a couple of seconds and then as my eyes bore towards the nest, my heart skipped a beat, I was motionless, I felt like my life started draining, I could hear my heart beat as clearly as my voice(tough no sound came out), my eyes bore into those fierce, unwavering slit open eyes of that creature which killed a man many many times, the sound wasn’t a car’s tyre, it was a snake. After 3 seconds which seemed eternity, the snake gobbled up an egg and slithered away. The snake was brownish white in colour, blending perfectly with the bark of the Banyan-making it the most dangerous prey of the “world under the shade of the Banyan tree”.
As I got down,i saw the bird back into its nest and after walking a few feet, I turned back to find a squirrel being chased by a monkey, jumping from one great branch to another.
Wondering still how many such adventures are undertaken by the citizens of the banyan tree day after day, I started towards my destination, jumping back into my car, hitting the highway road, life must go on-a scare of life must not stop it, be it mine or any other living being’s.
