The story of Arbor
“ Nature is always ready, are we humans ready for that deal.”
Far away from the human world there was a quiet and untouched part of the world, it later came to be known as the North-east India. I was a member of the North-east Indian tropical forest a long century ago. This land is drained by the mighty and the only river of NE, Brahmaputra river and guarded by the king of mountain ranges, the Himalaya mountain range. The natives of the NE, hence grew and developed without the influence of the rest of the world. But soon our peace were invaded by humans. They destroyed this pure land with their actions. I am probably the last one among the trees of NE Tropical Forest, to witness the rise of human destruction to an emotionally-intelligent species.
I was born in this tropical rainforest of NE around the 19th century. When I was born there were six seasons in our Nebn wood; Grisma, Barasha, Sarath, Hemanta, Seeth and Basant. We Nebns celebrate those seasons with their rituals and celebration. Every season has a folktale that goes in the woods.
Nebn wood Culture
NEBN new year starts in spring (basanta) when white-purple-red flowers blossom on the branches , new fresh leaves sprout on the stem ,the melodious voice of migratory birds spreads in the woods and when the winter ends. We celebrate the new year by praying to Basanta Rani (Mother Nature) to grant the power to bear life within us, spread the colour of joy and entity in every element of nature. The weather is perfect for us to have great celebrations. The feasting goes for days and months until monsoon arrives. The beauty of spring spontaneously invites animals and birds to celebrate and feast with us.The magical sound of Dhol, Taal and Pepa echoes in the forest. The warm wind that blows carries the messages from our distance relative to us. International celebrity Cuckoo and his partner hawk-cuckoo spread their melodious voice of entity in the hearts of the natives of the wood. None could explain the beauty of spring. It's a feeling of freedom from the burden of the world. It's a reward of the hard days we spent in the heartless winter. Our head always says that spring always remains as that life always starts after a heartless end.....................................TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
by R Choudhury
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