For some reason the tabebuia roseas make me cry more than the others, I don't know why. Maybe it is their sheer abundance, the lush thickness of their inflorescence, their reckless overflowing generosity. The photo is from last year, but they are getting ready for a repeat. Stood at the bus stop and cried again this morning.
Or maybe it is because they make me feel like Sudama returning home after visiting his old childhood friend Krishna, and standing dumbfounded at the sight that greets him. His poor hut has been transformed into a palace, and his happy wife and children come running to greet him, filled with wonder, their rags replaced by beautiful robes.
He had asked for nothing, and was given everything.
They'd make me cry too. So beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put Asha :)
ReplyDeleteI stop on the street and gape every year too:) Nature's bounty, if only man would not destroy these to serve his greed for money.
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