A visit to the park this weekend reminded me of my school days

Rooted deeply, peeping graciously

My school had lots of trees in and around the school buildings the roots of which ran above the ground. The roots were very thick that one would easily think that it is the trunk of the tree that came down to rest on the lap of mother earth herself.

One of our favorite games used to be a slightly modified tag, where standing on the tree root was safe, but the moment you step out on the ground you can be caught and made the next catcher. We used to play this game every morning before our classes began and during lunch hour recess. These roots ran all over the ground, sometimes disappearing without a warning, sometimes reappearing out of the blue, making our tag game an interesting one.

Those roots were huge and our favorite place to sit enjoying the shade of the tree.

When exams were in session, moms used to find their spot underneath these trees, making the roots a comfy chair waiting for us kids to finish the exam.

I wonder if it is still there providing the same comfort and entertainment to the current users. How many of us have come and go relishing the same old nurturing of this world!

Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove

Bend, not broken

today I may not look the strongest
but persistence and resilience shall see me
as the strongest in due time!

Joining for #WordlessWednesday hosted by Esha & Natasha and #ThursdayTreeLove hosted by Parul this week with this humble click.