Aam baat

Yesterday I looked up at the mango tree - nobody told me not to look up. But normally I wouldn't as I will be lost in my not-happy thoughts. 

Yesterday I looked up and I noticed knot like structures at the end of many many branches. What on the heaven can these be. They are not flowers - or kastra as we call them. Not tiny fruits either. Not insect nests - they will be ugly.

Today all these have turned into beautiful buds. The tree is adorned with hundreds of buds. Aha, it is spring. No wonder the 'vasanta' makes all romantics into poets. And makes good 'old' people smile.