Not so long ago, in a pretty little village quaintly nestled in the bosom of nature, occurred a phenomenon most extraordinaire. Back in the day, ‘Sonarpur,’ literally meaning the ‘land of gold,’ was just another unassuming farming coterie in the rural hinterlands of the South 24 Parganas district of the state of West Bengal in mystical India’s eastern realm. The bizarre incident permanently etched the name of this unknown little hamlet in the scary folklore and eerie legends of the region.
While small farmers toiled on their tiny plots of land, simple artisans tinkered away in their rustic workshops, and solitary shepherds walked with their few goats and cows grazing in the lush fields and green forests. While the majority of the folks lived simple lives minding their businesses, there were a couple of those who always managed to cause trouble. Like any other human settlement, this hamlet also had a few rotten apples in its basket.
Like most other Indian villages, in Sonarpur too, religion and superstition played a vital role in the day-to-day lives of its inhabitants. And wherever there is faith in Gods and goodness, there is also belief in demons and darkness. Those who believe in angels usually also believe in witches, and Sonarpur had its balanced share of practitioners and worshippers of both religious and occult practices.
There was not even a road leading to the village back in the day. The ‘Adi Ganga’ or ‘Old Ganges’ river, which parted the hamlet in two, was the only waterway access to this bountiful land of golden harvest in the middle of a dense forest.
Now there was a small isle in the middle of the river, right at the centre of the village. While it was easily accessible during the drier months by foot from both the western and eastern banks through shallow-silted pathways on the riverbed, during the wet seasons, people used coconut trunk dinghies to reach the place. An ancient and mighty Ficus religiosa or sacred fig tree referred to as the ‘Adi Ashvattha’ by the local people that stood in the middle of the island, was at the centre of all religious and occult activities in the village.
The Ashvattha, also known as the peepal, reported to have a lifespan of more than three thousand years, is sacred to Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism, three known religions of the world that originated in the subcontinent. Ascetics often meditate under it, and even the Lord Gautam Buddha is believed to have attained enlightenment under a species of this tree. In the revered Hindu holy scripture of the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna said, “Among all the trees I am the Ashvattha.”
The peepal even finds its way in the logos and symbols of various organisations and government departments, being the state tree of the three states of Haryana, Bihar, and Odisha in the Indian subcontinent. It also has huge applications in the field of traditional medicine. It is said to have the potential to cure more than fifty kinds of ailments such as asthma, diabetes, epilepsy and even sexual problems.
The ‘Adi Ashvattha’ at Sonarpur was no different from most of the other Ashvatthas in the Indian terrain worshipped by the local believers of their respective regions. Every day its trunk was freshly smeared with holy vermilion paste and fresh flowers and garlands were laid at its base.
Apart from the religious people, occult practitioners and worshippers also lay their claim on the tree and the place. They would perform weird rituals, hang totems, and leave enough mystical footprints on and around the tree to mark their territory as well.
The little island centred around this ancient Moraceae had become a hotbed of religious, spiritual, and supernatural activities in the village. It even attracted people from far-off places. While all Hindu devotees usually did a pradakshina or meditatively paced and circumambulated around the tree twenty-seven times, married Hindu women tied sacred red strings and cloths around its trunk, asking Lord Krishna to bless them with a boy. Travelling Buddhists and Jains who landed in the village also made it a point to meditate at the site and pay their respects. This usually happened during the day.
The night belonged to the occult worshippers and their scary priests, who practised their dark arts around the tree during the nocturnal hours under the veil of darkness. And on certain moonless and misty nights, when the island became virtually invisible from the shores, even they would not venture there. Some believed that the tree somehow vanished from the face of the earth during these nights of unnatural and extreme darkness. It was as if someone would uproot it during the night and plant it back before the coming of the first morning rays.
Though weird but somehow the ‘Adi Ashvattha had managed to become a single representation of good and evil. It somehow managed to create both awe and fear in the minds of the people. It was something that connected the sky, the earth, and the netherworld, all of the three uniquely different realms.
Fifty paces from the tree towards the south, in a small, thatched hut of straw and clay, lived Opu, the caretaker of this tiny archipelago and the ‘Adi Ashvattha,’ an old and agnostic man, who had his apprehensions about religion, the occult, and many other things as well. Now, this did not mean that he was not learned. On the contrary, he was extremely knowledgeable. He had devoted his life to learning and researching the beliefs and philosophies of the world. For forty years he was under the discipleship of a learned sage who lived in the very same hut on the island. When the sage passed away, he kept on learning from all the men of different faiths and beliefs who travelled to the region.
Now, none of the religious or occult folks of the village liked him but tolerated him since he was neutral to their beliefs and had been there before most of them.
“The Adi Ashvattha has protected our village for centuries, but we should not take its blessings for granted. We should perform more Pujas to keep our God appeased,” commented Jotayu with a serious expression on his crooked face. The self-proclaimed, vermilion-smeared, fanatical pandit dreamt of all the extra money that he could make with the additional prayers. He, along with a few other devotees huddled at the base of the mighty peepal after their customary afternoon prayers.
“I think we are not using enough vermilion. We should even apply the paste to the upper branches as well,” spoke up Kollan Bhodro, grinning and thinking about the increase in vermilion sales from his shop if his plan got accepted. The local grocer was always eager to appease the old priest Jotayu to curry his favours.
“What we need is more flowers for the Lord Tree to bask in its fragrance,” quickly commented Nitai, the local florist. Others pitched in their brilliant ideas as well, none of which actually seemed to benefit religion or the tree but ultimately culminated in some kind of financial gain for the ideating men.
“Enough of this nonsense. Have you people not done ample to desecrate this ancient and beautiful tree with your rituals and madness? You are no different from the night worshippers, who are equally responsible for disrupting the peaceful ambience of this place. You will lose this tree very soon if you do not leave it alone. It is a living thing for heaven’s or hell’s sake before it is a god or a demon,” angrily uttered old man Opu, who till now had been controlling his reactions, mending his bamboo charpoy with coconut twine. He stood and walked away before the others could react and further make his blood boil.
“Adi Ashvattha belongs to our goddess Dhumavati. The so-called religious folks of the daytime should not mess with it. We should perform more night rituals,” angrily spoke up Kalachand, the tantric priest, after he finished the nightly prayers along with his band of occult worshippers at the stroke of three Anti Meridiem. Just like the morning worshippers, the dark priest and his followers also came up with many brilliant ideas during the night. Sadly none of the ideas actually seemed to benefit the tree or their patron Goddess, but ultimately seem to lead to some financial gain for those who proposed them.
“You, practitioners of the dark arts are no better than the light worshippers of the day. None of you really care about ‘Adi Ashvattha’ or your Demon Gods and Witch Goddesses. All you scheme about are ways to fatten yourselves. None of you is worthy of this place,” screamed old man Opu unable to control his emotions. Till now, he was trying to sleep on his bamboo charpoy close to the tree but could not control himself after overhearing the selfish plans of the screaming men.
“Do not interfere with us old man. Do not offend our Goddess. Dhumavati is no ordinary witch, she will devour you alive for your insolence,” screamed back Kalachand.
As the days went by, the tussle between the two groups kept on growing and they kept on harming the tree in newer ways. They started hanging too many things from its boughs. They applied too much colour, oil, butter, ash, and whatnot on its trunk and branches. They did everything that could actually harm the tree and nothing to really conserve it. Old man Opu kept on voicing his concerns but to deaf ears in vain.
Then on one of the darkest nights seen in the region, a wild and unnatural tempest raged across the river and village. In the morning when the people finally came out of their hiding places after the cyclone had subsided, they were surprised to see that there was hardly any noticeable damage in the village. They filled their boats with offerings and rowed towards the isle to thank the Adi Ashvattha for saving them.
From afar they could not see their beloved Tree God very clearly, as a veil of mist covered their view. As they approached the island, the fog slowly cleared, and they could not believe what they saw. The sight sent shivers of terror through the spines of everyone there.
They saw that the whole tree was now inverted. As if someone had cleanly uprooted it and replanted it upside-down with its roots pointing towards the sky and its fruits, leaves and branches resting on the terrain, while the old man Opu sat on his bamboo Charpoy gazing at ‘The Inverted Ashvattha’ and smiling away.
“It is the witch Dhumavati’s doing. She must have been using the Ashvattha to fly around the sky during the night, and because of the tempest, in a hurry she replanted the tree upside down. We are all doomed,” cried the old priest Jotayu beating his chest.
Terror even oozed out of the tantric priest Kalachand’s face as he fearfully said, “this horrible deed cannot be the work of Dhmavati; she is not evil, she loves us. Further, she never flies around on a tree or a broom, she rides on a crow or a horseless chariot. It has to be the work of some other force beyond all of our comprehension. Let’s leave this island for good and never come back here.”
Everyone screamed, beat their chests, and tore their clothes and hair. They wailed and hugged each other in fear.
Observing everything and everyone, Opu finally rose from his Charpoy and addressed Kalachand tantric first, “well for once you are nearly right my friend. Dhumavati is not evil, though many of you consider her as a witch, she is actually tender-hearted and a bestower of boons, a great teacher who reveals great knowledge of the universe. Her ugly form is not for repulsion but to teach us to see beyond the superficial and look inward to seek the inner truths of life.”
While Kalachand and his tantric worshipers half nodded their heads, uncertain of what the old may had just said, Jotayu and his religious band were not interested to hear anything about the ugly witch but certainly believed that the tree was uprooted by her and replanted upside-down to disrupt their lives in the worst possible way.
“And you children of the so-called light, don’t you know your scriptures, haven’t you read the Upanishads and the Bhagavad Gita? The Inverted Ashvattha or the upside-down peepal tree is the cosmic tree, the tree of life. That which connects the sky, the earth, and the netherworld. It tells us that the entire universe originates from a single source. The roots of the tree are in the skies, and wisdom and creativity are dispersed to the earth through the branches. It represents the path of spiritual ascent.
All of you are being ignorant and forgetting the source or the roots and clinging to the leaves and branches. The inverted tree has its unseen roots in Brahman – the very metaphysical concept of Hinduism referring to the ultimate unchanging reality, that is uncreated, eternal, infinite, transcendent, the cause, the foundation, the source, and the goal of all existence.
One could also say that the root or genesis of the entire universe is somewhere high above. It begins from the total material substance, from the topmost planet, from where the whole universe expanded, with so many branches, representing the various planetary systems. The fruits of this tree such as religion, economic development, a sense of gratification, and liberation are the results of the activities of living beings.
You, however, do not know these things, you have been busy all your lives with pseudo-prayers and selfish activities. You are unworthy to receive the gifts of the divine. You cannot see the ultimate manifestation of everything that was, is, and will be when it is right in front of you,” sadly narrated the old man, while the others listened in silence, till most of it hardly made any sense to them and they left the island to retreat into their homes in the village.
Ultimately, no one could ever decipher how the tree turned upside down. They, however, stopped visiting the island. Old man Opu finally found his peace and tranquillity. As the years passed the Adi Ganga or Old Ganga River dried away and changed its course to form today’s river Hooghly or Ganges that passes through the city of Kolkata. Today the Adi Ganga has become a small canal with housing complexes sprouting on both sides of this once-thriving waterway.
Today if you somehow manage to land up at the right place, you will still be able to see the fabled tree, though now it’s covered with branches, leaves, and fruits and does not appear to be upside-down. If you observe minutely and ask around, you will certainly find ‘The Invetred Ashvattha,’ a phenomenon most extraordinaire.
Copyright © 2023 TRISHIKH DASGUPTA
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Wow! Amazing story! Thank’s for share Trishikh.
Have a wonderful weekend.
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Dear Elvira, thank you so much for appreciating, as always your comment gives me great joy. Always a pleasure to hear from you. Wishing you a great weekend good old friend.
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Thank you dear old friend Trishikh
for your kindness.. Always a pleasure read your stories. All the best for this weekend as well.
Keep happy.
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Wonderful story. I always learn more about India from your stories.
I once wrote a poem that I turned into a song. The first line is “My roots are in the sky, my heart is here on earth”…I talk about me always knowing that I came here to help heal the planet, but my home and place of nourishment has always been Source.
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Dear Katelon, very beautiful and meaningful words. I can relate to them. I also believe that the earth is our temporary adobe, we came from a higher place, and where we go next perhaps depends on the choices we make.
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Hurrah, a new story! Very happy to see this in my mailbox. Great themes. I see our human condition so clearly in your story. We are often selfish, which blinds us to the miracles all around us. I also like how each religion perceives itself as different while the practitioners are more similar than different. Best wishes ro you and your family this spring.
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Dear Rebecca, what a beautiful and thoughtful analogy to my story. You have put words to my philosophy behind this little tale. Yes, I have tried to present a bit of religio-philosophical esence in a simple understandable story. The underlying messages are for my readers to find out. Best wishes of the spring to you and your family as well.
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So pleased to read your story. Thanks, Trishikh.
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Always a pleasure to write and share them Rebecca.
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Dear Ned, thank you old friend for always liking my stories and sharing them with the larger world. I really treasure our friendship. Have a great weekend.
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So enjoyable to brew a cup of tea and sit back to enjoy one of your wonderful stories.
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It is a great moment of triumph for me when someone finds my story worthy enough to accompany with a nice brew of tea. What more can I ask for. Thank you dear friend for your constant appreciation, encouragement, and support.
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Aum Shanti
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May the essence of the supreme Absolute, consciousness, Ātman, Brahman, or the cosmic world also be with you good old friend – Aum Shanti.
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As always, I admire your vivid imagination! A bit of life as if taken, because good and intrigue 😃 Of course, the wide range of vocabulary you have allows you to beautifully transfer your stories to paper. Congratulations and thank you. Regards🥀😁
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Dear Alic, as always your your comment also brings me great joy. So happy that you liked the way in which I wrote this story. A great weekend to you dear friend.
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This fabled experience inspires me to visit the place. An actual pilgrimage for those who know the background story. After a long time Trishikh…
While here I must say your website looks quite artistically done. Since I read most of the posts on Reader on smartphone I never got an opportunity to visit your site earlier.
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Thank you so much good old friend for enjoying my latest short story. Appreciation such as this makes writing them worthwhile. I know that on some readers the blogs appear in a very funny way, sometimes even without paragraph breaks. Glad that you found my website. I know it makes reading much more pleasurable. Someday when I publish a book the experience would be more immersive I believe.
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Sure . Looking forward to that day. If you are based in Kolkata even otherwise try Hawakal Publishers.
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Well, presently I do not live in Kolkata, but it’s my hometown, so I visit all the time. Will surely check them out. Do they publish collection of short stories in English.
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Yes. They are quite open minded.
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That is music for my ears. Will certainly contact them.
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Another lovely tale.. thank you.. ❤️
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My pleasure to have been able to write this story. Always treasure your appreciation. Have a great weekend dear friend.
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Dear Trishikh, you write wonderfully. One of the most consistently great writer I have seen. Your minute observations, your novel characters, so rooted in everyday things yet touching those spheres of extraterrestrial outlook, that defines the complexities of life in the quiet motion of it…. Kudos to you, sir. 👏👏
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Your words brings tears of joy to my eyes. Your appreciation, for my art of writing short stories that I am constantly trying to improve, is something that I hold dear to my heart.
Yes, I try to present relatable characters, simple and possible settings, and always send underlying spiritual, philosophical, and moral messages.
Have a great weekend dear friend.
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The pleasure is all mine, my friend. Keep writing and keep inspiring 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Thanks my Friend for another wonderful story. Happy Writing.
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Always a pleasure Goff. So happy that you liked this little tale of mine. Have a great weekend dear friend.
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Great write and read My Friend. Trusting you have a great weekend too.
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Cheers.
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Keyifle okuduğum güzel bir hikaye daha. Mutlu hafta sonları dilerim.
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Thank you so much dear Alev. Always a pleasure to be able to bring forth a story that’s accepted and appreciated. A great weekend to you too.
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Brilliant story Trishikh.
A topic so well researched and beautifully penned down with literary genius.
I honestly wait for your stories…
Keep up the excellent work and your literary genius.
Best wishes always
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Thank you so much ma’am. I treasure your appreciation, so glad that you like my stories. By the grace of God, and through the constant encouragement of my friends and well-wishers, will do my best to keep them comming.
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A remarkable tale, there is no doubt, mythological explanations still have their place even in our modern times and have not lost their strength to make sense of the inexplicable times.
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You are very right. I also feel that the basic characteristics of human beings have been very same over the entire existence of humanity, only the situations and time have been different. Pride, lust, joy, jealousy, love were all there is the hearts of the caveman as it will be in the hearts of the space explorers of the future.
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Thank you ,Trishikh,very much for your very thought-provoking story and I especially enjoyed the following sentence: All of you are being ignorant and forgetting the source or the roots and clinging to the leaves and branches.
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Dear Martina, so happy to hear from you. I have not been able to write for the past 3 months, but am track once again now. Hopefully, there would be more stories in the comming weekends as usual.
Yes the line you mention is very dear to me also. It is one of my underlying philosophical messages in the story, that we cling on to materialism, whereas we should be pursuing higher things.
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I am always glad when there is a new story from you, Trishikh. I enjoy them so much. As another reader mentioned, one learns a lot about some parts of India and the cultures and religions, and that paired with your storytelling and insight in human nature makes the reading a wonderful experience. I was hooked after the first paragraph.
Religion is often blamed for the behaviour of human beings, but in reality most religions aim to make people live in peace with each other. People use religion for their own purposes, as you describe so aptly in your story. You know English is not my mother tongue, I actually increase my vocabulary reading your stories.
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Dear Stella, I am glad too that my stories are touching the hearts and minds of so many people around the world. Yes, I try my best to share the life and experiences of my city and my country. At the end of my life I want to leave behind a necklace of information and philosophies of my country, for the future human generations through my stories.
Ah! Religion, so much has been, is, and will be said about it. Like anything else it has its pros and cons. It depends on us how we use it. To me my practicing religion Christianity has given me so much. It is the foundation of my life. Other religions inspire me so much, that I also talk a lot about them.
One of my aim is to learn and share news words in every of my stories, and am so glad that you appreciate it.
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I love this – a wonderful story.
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You are so kind with your appreciation. I really treasure it.
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As always, a wonderful adventure filled with old and new wisdom and a great cast of characters. The image of the inverted tree will be on my mind for a long time!
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Thanks Patrick, always a pleasure to receive your appreciation. So glad that you liked the wisdom – old and new, and the characters. The inverted tree is a vast and interesting subject, I have just tried to introduce it through my little story.
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That’s quite the story–very lovely.
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So glad that you like it. Nothing makes my day better than a little bit of appreciation. It makes writing these stories so worthwhile.
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Bonjour Mon Ami TRISHIKH
En moment de Paques à venir
j’espère que tu profiteras de ces belles journées
Pour faire la chasse aux œufs avec ta petite famille
Passez un bon moment ensemble
En souhaitant que le soleil soit au rendez-vous
Je te dis bonne heureuse PAQUES à TOI et à Tous les TIENS
Bise amicale Bernard
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Thanks Bernard. Always a pleasure to hear from you.
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Such an amazing story .Thanks Trishikh it definitely caught my attention. Thanks Anita
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Dear Anita, so glad that you liked my story. Appreciation works as miracle for my writing engine. Such a pleasure to always receive your comment. Really treasure it.
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Amazing
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Thank you so much. Always treasure a bit of appreciation.
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Nature never stop to amaze us. Beautiful writing. Bliss.
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Yes, nature is so close to God. That is the reason why so many religions around the world are based on nature.
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Thank you so much for sharing my story with a larger audience. Cherish your appreciation and support.
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Bonjour Mon Ami AMIE
En moment de Paques à venir
j’espère que tu profiteras de ces belles journées
Pour faire la chasse aux œufs avec ta petite famille
Passez un bon moment ensemble
En souhaitant que le soleil soit au rendez-vous
Je te dis bonne heureuse PAQUES à TOI et à Tous les TIENS
Bise amicale Bernardhttps://i.postimg.cc/Kvpc3MQc/joyeuse-paques.gif
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Thank you Bernard. Always a pleasure to hear from you.
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Nice. I live in kolkata. The story was fabulous. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks Nilanjan, glad that you like my story. Nothing gives me more joy that a little bit of appreciation.
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Wonderful story 😊
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Thank you so much Aloya. Appreciation always gives me great encouragement to continue writing these short stories.
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You’re welcome 😊
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Thank you so much for sharing my story with the larger world. It always is such an honour when someone does it.
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Thanks for the glimpse into a culture I’m unfamiliar with.
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Thank you so much for appreciating my story. Yes, it is always my effort to share bits and pieces about the Indian culture. So glad that you enjoyed the story.
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Please let me say how much I am grateful for all of the likes that you give to so many of my posted articles. Your work is amazing; I am amazed at how informative they are.
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You are very kind with you appreciation. I really treasure our friendship.
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Thank you. I have the same feelings
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I am more interested in the teachings provided by the slower pace of nature right now. The miracle of the inverted tree might be best felt over a sufficient period of time elapsed.
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That is a great way to put it. I also believe that nature is a great mentor, and it certainly has its own pace in teaching us. Most of the time it requires a lifelong of dedication to understand, cherish, and learn from nature.
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And this is the right time of my life to embrace it.
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Very nice story, thanks again
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Thank you so much. Appreciation always works wonder for my writing engine.
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un saluto e un abbraccio.
buona pasquetta
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Thank you so much. Greetings to you too.
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GENTILISSIMO 🙂
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Loved reading this. Ashvattha is indeed very sacred to all Hindus. I first read about it in Bhagwad Geeta and then tried to read more about it. Your article makes an excellent reading material.
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So glad that you liked the story. Yes the Ashvattha is indeed very sacred, not only to Hindus but Buddhists and Jains too, as I have mentioned in my story. And of course Lord Krishna himself says in the Geeta that he is the Ashvattha.
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GOOD W.E.
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A great weekend to you too. I was travelling, hence the late response.
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SEMPRE MOLTO GRADITI.
UN CARO SALUTO
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Thank you. 🙏
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a te 🙂
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