What should we do when we come across an uprooted tree?
Actually, in fact, nothing can be done. Once uprooted, it cannot be undone. The cause of the tree having uprooted is a point of discussion. If it is due to some natural disaster, then it is accepted. But if it is man-made cause, it develops intolerance.
What has the poor tree done that we should cut it? Is it just because of the urge to fulfil own desires? Yes, I think so.
But time has come that we should introspect ourselves. When we see an uprooted tree, let’s not immediately rush to avail all the wood we can get from the tree. It’s a sin to be greedy at that moment. Instead, we can bury the tree somewhere so that its dead remains will help in generating fossil.
I hope the readers of this blog will keep my word.
At Smithsonian Magazine, botanist Bill Finch slices through the mythos surrounding this meandering vine and its political and economic roots.
In this new year, let’s promise to plant many more trees and make the world greener. It’s not an individual’s task. It’s the work of all the people of the world.
I need support from every corner of the world. For any suggestions, comment in the blog or tweet #SaveEnvironment
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The age old pond that hides belief of hundreds of people living around it. With the same hope to rise above all sins, the community bathes into the rising water each morning and with the same hope getting penultimate peace before sleep, people of the community taverse the very old ages of this giant tank in the evening.
Engulfing the cold breeze which warms them in winter and leaves a soothing touch in summers.
Sometimes devastated by the immersed idols and sometimes invaded by the hundreds foreign guest with wings. It has seen everything. Now it is our turn to protect and rejuvinate this biome which is prone to accelerated eutrophication.
If it has endured to the thousands of stones thrown into it by small children, then it shall withstand a little more pain to heal itself. This time the same children who threw stone, throw out their hands to support the lives of a wide range of species who derive life from Bhagirathi Sagar.
Courtesy: My friend Punyaslok and team led by his father.