In our childhood days the noni trees of our village
played an important role in our game plan. If 'keeping houses' was the play of
the day variety of dishes with brick
dust, sand and raw nonis formed colourful
dishes in coconut shells and the ripe black noni fruits ( which was the
single edible thing of the feast while other dishes were just pretends) became
the celebrated dessert for the guests who visit the house.
This 'noni juice' of today, the unknown tonic of those days
indeed should have boosted our immune system!!
With hefty sticks from coconut broom we had hammer
throw with raw nonis serving as the hammer weight. Being a climbable tree it
acted as the king's seat if drama was the amusement for the day! When we play
in the moon light which invariably
progressed late into the night the noni flowers too participated in our game
providing the heady fragrance to make it
an enchanting experience!
Being the only active members of the family, the visits
to my village now is a rarity and coincides with certain feasts and rituals
handed down through the generations. Today the almost hostile attitude to trees
by residents members of the family in the village is very painful. When I tried
my best to tell them about retaining and growing more the local trees they listened out of respect and never ever
did it go beyond that limit!
" If only I had more open space in my house in the
city." My heart ached.
One day as I was watering my little garden I was
surprised to see two little plants with long tender leaves. On closer
examination I was astonished to find out that they were noni plants! " How is it possible?!" I wondered . I have never seen a noni tree in
my vicinity and beyond! Rain tree, flame
of the forest, neem tree, punga tree almond tree and konnai tree are the commonly seen trees. I had seen some
noni trees in the bushy areas at the back of Integral Coach Factory at Perambur
when we go to visit my sister. But how could it
propagate travelling such a
distance and that too inside my tiny garden?!!
In my calls I made that day to express my wonderment, my
little saplings became the centre of jubilation.
"You must be having a telepathic communication
with your village." someone said
"You must have been strongly wishing for the noni
tree to come to your garden."
The responses were varied but I enjoyed them all!
It was 9th of October which is my birthday, after my
yoga in the terrace as is my routine
to come down to look around my garden, a chill ran down my
spine. I trembled I shuddered. I was
witnessing a miracle before my eyes! My three feet noni plant welcomed me and
wished me a very happy birthday with it's first fragrant blossom!!
To those who called me to wish on my birthday my talk
literally bragged about the
miracle that had happened on the day!
" My love for trees should reach the sky
high." was my prayer for the day!
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