There was something about this tree which was different. Even when there are numerous such trees in the campus, yet this one attracts me, to the core!
Never been much of a tree lover; in fact, never been one. But, this one has left me stranded, wanting for more, and maybe I just can't get enough of it.
I am standing looking at it, in the hot sun, blinking at it, as if this is all what I've been waiting for my whole life.
The graceful falling of the red flowers, as they say in the light summer breeze has a different air to it.
This tree has always been there. But only autumn has made me realize its presence. The college is always abuzz with activities. Sounds of laughter and jokes swirling in the corridors.
With more than a thousand students in the campus, I still wait and have a look at the Gulmohar tree. Its always like it's saying something to me. And me, am endlessly smiling to it.
The tree, sometimes complaining of excessive blooms only in the autumn, cause that's the only time I've marveled at it.
The red flowers on the green grass seem like heaven. Even a bad sem paper can still mean am smiling with folded hands, glancing looks at the tree.
It definitely has a story to tell, but maybe I just pretend to listen; though the only action I perform is getting mesmerized.
Careless whispers...
