The nature’s gift.
[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One evening The Delhi Walla saw a small pomegranate tree in the courtyard of the sufi retreat of Nizamuddin Chilla, behind Humayun’s Tomb in central Delhi. The tree’s thin branches were bending down under the weight of fruit. The leaves were green, but yellowed at the edges. Some of the pomegranates – in shades of green, yellow, red and brown – were ripe enough to fall at any moment. The leathery skin of each bloomed at the stem into a flower-shaped pattern.
Used to seeing fruits only on carts or in supermarket shelves, it was a rare sight. Stepping under the tree, I looked up. The pomegranates were hanging like stars; the sky was a patchwork of leaves. The heaven was just a touch away.
Rare sight
Like a flower
Leafy green
Three idiots
Two brothers
Sibling rivalry
Godly
Loner
Once plucked
Heaven
