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But the birds liked them—especially the                       scarlet minivet  small,  slender  birds

               bigger birds, such as the bulbuls and                         with  long  tails
               scarlet minivets—and they flitted in                          reclining  leaving  or  lying  back  with

               and out of the  foliage, feasting on the                      the  upper  part  of  the  body  in  a  nearly
                                                                             horizontal  position
               cherries.                                                     foliage  all  the  leaves  of  a  tree  or  plant


               On a warm sunny afternoon, when                               gazed  looked  steadily  for  a  long  time
               even the bees looked sleepy, Rakesh                           striding  walking  with  long  steps,  often

               was looking for Grandfather without                           because  you  feel  very  confident  or
                                                                             determined
               finding him in any of his favourite places

               around the house. Then he looked out of the bedroom window and saw
               Grandfather  reclining on a cane chair under the cherry tree.


               “There is just the right amount of shade here,” said Grandfather. “And
               I like looking at the leaves.”

               “They’re pretty leaves,” said Rakesh. “And they are always ready to dance,

               if there’s a breeze.”

               After Grandfather had come indoors, Rakesh went into the garden and
               lay down on the grass beneath the tree. He gazed up through the leaves

               at the great blue sky, and turning on his side, he could see the mountain
               striding away into the clouds. He was still lying beneath the tree when

               the evening shadows crept across the garden. Grandfather came back and
               sat down beside Rakesh, and they waited in silence until it was dark.

               “There are so many trees in the forest,” said Rakesh. “What’s so special

               about this tree? Why do we like it so much?”

               “We planted it ourselves,” said
               Grandfather. “That’s why it’s special.”

               “Just one small seed,” said Rakesh, and

               he touched the smooth bark of the
               tree that had grown. He ran his hand

               along the trunk of the tree and put his
               finger to the tip of a leaf. “I wonder,”
               he whispered. “Is this what it feels like

               to be God?”                     —Ruskin Bond




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