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This is the season for Bangalore’s Gulmohars – or mayflower trees – to bloom and lay a glorious orange carpet of flowers. Every morning, when I go for a walk in the park, I notice the beauty of these large magnificent trees lining up the sidewalk. Its’ canopy spreads out all across the entire breadth of the park, joining and tangling branches with the other ones of its kind, shading the roads and the footpaths. The boys on cycles wobble past it, the flower sellers and fruit vendors sit under its shade selling their wares, the senior citizens often catch up with their friends on benches under their arching branches sloping way below almost touching the ground. The trees here are almost 100 years old and they still stand tall and majestic.

As I complete my fifth and final round of walk this morning, I am filled with joy to simply revel in its presence, ignoring everything else. It is worrying that we are losing many of these beautiful trees slowly and surely and the city of Bangalore once called the ‘garden city’ is practically losing most of its green cover, all in the name of development.

The thought of losing these beautiful flowering trees reminds me of Robert Herrick’s famous lines:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.


Today, I am joining Parul Thakur with her post based on the theme, #Thursday Tree Love – a new photo feature on her blog. If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree and link it back to her post.