Grand Old Tree and My Teetotaller Story

The tree in my hometown Thidanad, cut by authorities but treated and nurtured by loving locals is getting back to life.

The tree is at the heart of the town and perhaps the most significant landmark.

My story is about the village chief realising that everyone in the town was high spirited by evening and too unable to guide any direction seeking visitor. One person has to be sober. And I got the lot number. Hence a teetotaller.

And what better place than to sit under the tree and guide the lost ones.

Clockwise: 1. the majestic gulmohar, 2. cut 3. treated with medicines, 4. growing back now.

My blog link of September 2020 on the tree, where the tv news channel coverage is also available

Grand Old Tree and My Teetotaller Story