The curry tree—a plant, actually—with its slender stem and a head full of leaves, swings wildly in circles as the wind howls ominously.
Hardly able to stay firm, the plant tries its best to lend support to the young saplings at its feet—a variety of Marigold, I think. They cling to the curry tree-plant for dear life as the sky turns grey: not with the sweet-scented rain-bearing clouds, but with dust.
Not far, a polythene bag rises up in the background of tall, barren buildings. 5 storeys, 6… 7… 8… and out of sight.
This may not be a cloudburst or a hurricane or a tornado or anything life-threatening—unless, of course, there is dust in your eyes or flying sheets of lightweight construction material are rushing towards you.
But it’s sad, and a perfect manifestation of a broken heart.
Stay strong my curry tree-plant. The Marigolds need you.
Wind: 26 kmph. Temp: 38 deg C. Humidity: 15%
Another long forgotten draft finally finds its way to light! I wrote this sometime in March 2021, on a particularly tumultuous day, not just for my curry tree-plant, but for me. I was shaken by some events in my professional life. I refrained from publishing it because it triggered a painful memory.
They say time is a healer. And with the distance of time, I can now recognise that memory more objectively. It was one of those events that shaped who I am today. It shook the naïveté out of me. Well, some part of it anyway! By moving past this memory, hopefully I’ll regain a part of me again.
Musings of an eccentric mind 