By Snigdha Agrawal
Stand still in a forest long enough
And you will hear it…
The quiet arithmetic
Of change:
Leaf to loam,
Bud to bloom,
Green to gold.
What falls away
Feeds what is becoming.
Nothing truly leaves.
It just changes shape
Like an old banyan tree,
Hunched over
Making new connections
And so, it is with us.
We are not fading,
We are editing ourselves.
Occasionally creaking
Like dignified wooden doors,
Hinges rusted,
Announcing ourselves to empty rooms
With whimpers and groans.
Sometimes slowly.
Sometimes with a bang
But making our presence,
Felt nonetheless.
Snigdha Agrawal (née Banerjee) is the author of five books and a lifelong lover of words, writing across genres. Based in Bangalore, writing and travelling continue to remain her lifelong passions.
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