Aahaa Chennai

My moods may change. Call it a passing phase, driven by situations and part of a changing environment but I am still your friend.

The pink blossoms and their yellow pals seem to be commenting on my new look. I can hear them saying... I look crazy with the black and white patch. I don't let their snide comments bother me. Obviously, they are poking fun but I stand up, brave, coz I cannot always be be what others want me to be. There is no going back come what may.

This is what we like to do... grow and develop. Our growth cannot be curbed by barricades or straitjackets. Call it..breaking barriers, facing challenges or simply a bold move forward. It all amounts to making our voices heard.

A pint-sized neem sapling trying to beat the odds, I too have a wish... In my present situation, I don't merit a second look. Some folks  have no qualms in walking all over me. But... there is a place, which, believe it or not, is actually asking for me, where the heat, beats down mercilessly upon hapless citizens. A dull ache persists in a corner of my heart, for these cemented sidewalks, crying for a touch of green. If I am escorted and placed there, I can assure you, my wings will spread far and wide. You will look up to me, with a smile chasing away the glistening beads of sweat under my vast green canopy.

I have a growing club of loyalists who go around showing me off in their bouquets, garlands or gardens. A competitor lurks nearby. We, the Jasmine clan, have the ability to equal the roses in all aspects be it the aesthetic or the utilitarian. Looking forward to nurturing a non-combative, 'Let's both grow' collaborative spirit.

No doubt some tree was cut down to make this book. A sneak peek into the book. Ah! A book within a book. A look at the title: Lucky Leaves Delicately fingering the pages, A tale unfolds... Hmm! Wishing for many more tales. Here's to... long tranquil hours spent poring over books on "World Book Day."

Some Positives: There exist some doting souls who do have a soft corner for me. They do not wish to see me chopped into bits n' pieces. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ Some  hiccups: Hemmed in by cement Strangled by accessories I nevertheless carry on...