There she stands in full bloom. The leaves in lush green and all the grandeur of flowers in a riot of colours. How old will it be. I have no idea. All I know is that it has been there since I was a child.
The tree made its presence felt, when we saw the roof above our kitchen strewn with the bright orange flowers. However, besides its beauty on the tree, it was not very helpful to my Mum, who had to get the roof cleared off all the fallen flowers. Invariably someone had to climb the roof to do this. We liked the tree as it gave such joy at summer to see it in full bloom. Mum looked at this differently. It was a tiresome task to clear the roof every time.
Years have gone by. Now we have a terrace over the kitchen instead of the roof…
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