I broke the last part of a branch of a tree that was on my balcony, some days back for a purpose. Often, I looked at the branch and sometimes felt sad that I did that because the beauty of it was marred. It looked like it was shriveling. But there was also an expectancy in me of how would the tree respond to this adversity. This was a Gulmohar tree. I had noticed something very interesting in the way the tree’s branch was growing. With every growth, the branch shoots out a node. At the node, there were usually…
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