I am suddenly noticing that the city has a large number of Banyan trees. The vat vruksha. Just a few years old, young and proud like our youngsters who are at the median age of the nation yet large enough to be look close to immortal like banyan trees tend to look. They are close to the sea and mangroves, they are next to concrete roads. They are not where you usually find them, the centre of a neighbourhood, or where people congregate. They are everywhere and they are welcome islands of shades from sun and the eerie sunlight reflected from glass buildings. And wherever they exist, the attract people, people watching people, people who end up talking to each other. Above them hang the very tender roots of the tree, as tender of a child’s skin. I think they are the banyan’s ears. They seem sensitive enough to listen to what the beating of your heart is saying when people pause between sentences.
Long before AAP, people readily giving for the people against corruption movement . This was at a meeting that Anna Hazare spoke at in Navi Mumbai asking for people to support the Anti corruption movement he was planning to take to Delhi.