Turn your gaze this way. Sad but true! I belong to a neglected lot and more often than not today I'll be there, tomorrow I won't. Termed a weed, I often tend to hide amongst my more favoured brethren holding my breath, hoping I'm lucky to escape the clutches of aggressive hands bent upon ruthlessly pulling me out. Observe where I hide. A cosy spot, isn't it? Meanwhile, one of my friends is greedily soaking in the water meant for the coconut palm. Alas! Some of my family are gone right before my eyes. The locals know me by the name 'Kizhanelli'. They say my tiny leaves are pretty useful to treat jaundice. I've heard some say... each and every being, is important in their own way. Ain't this true?