I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.

Hinduism comes closest to being a nature religion. Rivers, rocks, trees, plants, animals, and birds all play their part, both in mythology and everyday worship. This harmony is most evident in remote places like this, and I hope it does not loose its unique character in the ruthless urban advance.

There are two kinds of authors - subjective and objective. Introverts are more inward looking.

I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.