Sometimes it is so difficult to give an appropriate title to a post that I reluctantly write.
The draft session of my blog is full of unfinished stories. I am currently writing about the ancient banyan trees of old Clifton. My speed is slow. I can be easily distracted by thousands of things in my surroundings.
I am also getting timely inspiration from Quora groups. There’s recently in Quora I happened to stumble upon a question that I thoroughly enjoyed.
The question was unique in that sense it was about a beautiful garden…
In a beautiful garden, there is a lonely tree that produces very tasty fruit. Can you guess the fruit?
That’s a very poetic question and the person who asked this also happens to give a stunning explanation.
Here’s a screenshot that I manage to take for reviewing it here.
I am not good at narrating a story but my quick response was something like…
If I have to illustrate a garden where there is only a lonely tree that tastes heavenly then I would like to take you back to my childhood days where I have left so many memories of beautiful trees behind.
Here, I would like to mention that I am from a South Asian background. And the climate was very hot where I used to live.
This means there was plenty of sunlight and the soil was also good in those old times. In summer with the arrival of the monsoon season, it used to rain a lot continuously for days. (Plenty of water as well)
We used to have a small garden in our house. My father is an ardent lover of fruit trees and he used to plant a variety of plants and vegetables in our old house.
There was right in the middle of our courtyard lies a lonely tree. Sometimes it came into my dreams and put me in a nostalgic state for days. It was a white variety of the pomegranate tree. They tasted very sweet and juicy. It was a very tall and shady tree.
Birds of all kinds were regular visitors of that tree. I remembered a pair of parrots frequently visiting this tree. Not to forget about bees with their buzzing sounds always defending their territory. They had built a hive there and considered the pomegranate tree as their home. I dread to go near that tree because of them. I was just a little school girl back then.
It was lonely in that sense there were no other pomegranate trees nearby to give him company.
Life goes on and we moved to another house but the love for pomegranate trees never dies. We also planted a pair of pomegranates in our new house. Hope I didn’t bore you lol.
That’s it for now. Thank you for reading and enjoying this post.
Also read: It’s a pomegranate time
A Pomegranate Tree. Verso: Fragmentary sketches of two figures
Watercolor and opaque watercolor, over black chalk, on paper; verso: black chalk.