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Sunday, January 19, 2020


Ripples Of Fall
'Trees Can Sense Your Gesture'
By: Jatinder Aulakh

Jatinder Aulakh

These days, autumn in full swing and winter on its peak. Sometimes mind taste sadness and loneliness. Today was freezing day but dim sunshine breaking the predominance of winter waves as sunlight giving healing spells to day‘s wounds. 
On this winter day, I decided to take some photographs of autumn trees, watch the ripples
of fall and talk with autumn trees.
I took my bike and went to spend one day with autumn trees. Although I am not a sage who is under rigorous austerities in the wilderness and can understand language of trees. But if you love the trees and try to talk to them

they sense your gesture.
Trees can be your friend, you can tell them distinction of inner

mind, they never betrayed. Whenever! I passed through the roads I often became the friend of trees  which are rising on edge of paths. Often I stopped and talked to them I seem that they often give a reflex.
Four years ago I was traveling across the solitary area of Himachal. I saw huge
banyan tree grown by the roadside, and I stopped to know about him. It seemed that he silently vibrant toward me. I still remember that tree, and when I will pass through that way I will stop there again, and revive the friendship, will spend some memorable moments with that tree.
Today, I came out to meet and talk with the despondent  trees of autumn. Fade, dry branches without leafs were experiencing the rude changes of weather. Crisp dry trees presented a vulnerable view of life. They revel the story of life’s uncertainty. They bear all the percussion of weather in remaining peace without conflicts, and always make friendship with every season. Trees can change their nature of existence in the unwanted situations and makes themselves tolerate. I think that trees have universal dialect in which trees can seance your gesture.
I came to know at today’s photography tour that trees always remain in hope. They always enthusiastic that spring will prevail on their Dry twigs, and they will taste the pleasure of satisfaction of joyful life…….

              






      


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