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The golden trumpet flowers in bright, blasting yellow fall gently, in dozens and even hundreds every single day, right outside our house. My mother wakes up every morning to this wonder. Rock bees, bumble bees and honeybees sweep in and out of the flower. The flower peckers and sunbirds hang upside down on the flower, clinging to the moving branches with their tiny claws. We could hear them every day. The tree disappears One day, the tree vanished. Not a leaf, not a branch -

It was many years ago, just before the pandemic hit that Meera and her husband Sai Murali contacted me through couchsurfing. They wanted to meet me. The very same day I shared my number. Meera called me immediately and I just asked them to come home whenever they are in the city. In the brief conversation I had, she told me that they grew their own food, and lived a little outside the city. They came home the same day they contacted me. I saw Meera and Sai, an old couple gett