There is a bottle-brush tree in front of my terrace. I see it everyday when I wake up. Its been looking back at me for the last twelve years that I have been here.
Every day, it keeps swaying with the breeze, its leaves doing a tango to the kiss of of the cool air beneath them. Every few months, it looks a little taller than it was. It surely grows tall and straight, and FAST!
As i looked at it this evening, I realized something I had not noticed in all these years we spent together, looking at each other and silently speaking to each other. I realized that as the wind gets stronger, it bends more. Once the wind stops,there it is again; tall and straight.
So, what’s special? The quality of the tree to bend and let the wind pass, and still remain intact. Someone might say that it bends each time the wind touches it! I would say, it is this quality of the bottle-brush which lets it hold its ground and keep standing tall, long after the wind has died down.
Its as if the tree has been telling me everyday that bending is not losing, its adapting; and adapting will make you stronger, hold on to your roots and withstand the pressures around you.
Such a singular lesson and it took me twelve long years to understand!