A little girl came running, held my hand and smiled. I woke up.
I sat in the bed wondering who the girl could be? When I went to bed last night I was in a low mood and I was lamenting that I no longer create art or write poetry like I used to and there is this inherent fear that I will loose them. There is nothing more scary in this world than not being creative. Probalbly the girl was my inner child and I hope she holds my hands forever 🧿🧿
During my usual stroll in the garden in the evening I found this unusual Magnolia leaf on the ground. I picked it up and found it was joined in the middle, probably two developing Magnolia champaca leaves had fused at the base or midrib, creating a twin-leaf structure. Had I not noticed, it would have got lost in the night. I remembered that the last time I saw a a conjoined leaf was from a guava tree.
Botanically, such a formation is known as synphyllous or a Conjoined Leaf Anomaly, likely the result of a developmental glitch during bud formation. It may have been triggered by environmental stress, insect damage at the bud stage, or simply a random genetic misstep.
Nature often surprises us with these brief deviations from the norm—like a poetic pause in an otherwise rhythmic sentence. I’ve pressed it between sheets of paper to remember this quiet oddity.
Editing an article is like sprinking salt in food. A bit too much it is unpalatable. Less, it doesn't satiate. The right amount of words is needed to make it read better.