Upon Watching a Peepul tree shed its leaves at 7/6 Roop Nagar
The leaves leave the Peepul tree. Baring the branches to the summer heat, the leaves leave. The few that still cling on, seem to fan the trees’ limbs when the wind whisks through . When I ride my bicycle back from college, I can hear the wheels turning in rhythm to a yellow crunch. If you were here, I would first show you the tree from my window. You will have to gaze, like I am doing right now, through the grey wire work , wishing you had blinkers on to block out the dusty water cooler that covers most of the window. You would also perchance yearn for a window sill to rest your elbows on as your eyes ease into that faraway look. In activities such as these(watching leaves fall), it is inevitable that you turn your thoughts inward, and depending on the memories you choose to wade through, you invite either a restful or a restless expression to stroll into the furrows of your face. Then again, you may not be silently thoughtful, you could be speculating aloud about leaves, tre