My tree of life - Amaltash
Abha Kakar?s talks about her love for the majestic tree.india Updated: May 24, 2006 13:27 IST
Till just last week, the tree’s bare branches sprawling over my terrace had made it look all the more desolate. But today, as if by magic, my drab little terrace has turned into a dramatic splash of sunshine yellow.
The Amaltash is in bloom! I stand with my cup of tea in hand, drinking in the beautiful jhumka-like shape of each flower cluster dangling down gracefully to the soil that bears it. As I watch totally fascinated, I notice that each flower in the cluster stands out and is unique in its own way. The marble-smooth green leaves on the pale yellow bark are not competing with the flowers, but are complementing them by looking upwards. These are the ups and downs of existence that is what life is all about they seem to be telling me.
The gentle sound of tup-tup makes me look down. It’s the sound of flowers dropping on the tin shed and the ground below. The carpet woven by the flowers falling down is so intricate, yet so careless in its beauty, that it takes my breath away. Death can be as beautiful as life - it dawns on me suddenly, this profound life lesson given so silently by Mother Nature herself. Yes, life is beautiful. How can it be ugly, when something as beautiful as the Amaltash is there to celebrate it?
I don’t know for how long I kept standing there, my tea going cold. Tears rolled down my cheeks and they seem to carry away all the pain and unhappiness that had bottled up inside me for so long. I felt cleansed.
You are my Bodhi, my tree of enlightenment, my beautiful Amaltash.
Tonight I will not sing a requiem to life by drinking one more because I know that the call of the Amaltash will wake me up early tomorrow morning. Instead I will drink in its divine beauty and together we will sing the song of life.