Trees. I love trees. They come in all shapes and sizes: full-grown, half-felled and now-extinct. In olden times, there were many tall trees. Now, there are a few small trees. Trees provide shade from the scorching sun. They give rain, too. However, now that the trees are being replaced with tall towers, light poles, coastal roads, national highways, a few million slums and shopping malls, there is a severe drought. In Maharashtra, it’s called Developmental Eco-comics. Of course, I continue to pray and wish for more trees. Though, wishes are amputated horses that have been trampled upon and lathi-charged by some "Shakti-man", somewhere in the Himalayas of Uttarakhand.