A circle, a triangle and a square… What do I miss most about my childhood? The time I spent wide-eyed, looking at the world around me… Scampering onto the roof on quiet noons to sleep under the faded blue sky and gaze at the fluffy clouds! Spotting a rabbit or two, up above in the sky… Invariably my family house always had a handful of tropical tall coconut trees or few dense mango trees or maybe a gigantic jackfruit tree in the premises! Despite the city’s cacophony, having a congregation of few old trees in the precincts was an indispensable blessing. The trees often felt like family… Most of those ‘family trees’ even shared birthdays with members of the family :) I shared mine with a moody Mango tree, that charmed us by alternating the fruit it bore each year. No kidding! A sweet ruddy pulpy fruit one year swapped for a greenish tangy one, the other year. Joys of grafting! I guess an elated grandmother would plant a sapling every time a new baby was born into the household. I know