I saw this tree standing forlornly in one corner of the Red fort complex in Delhi a couple of days back.
I asked, ‘ So, what have you been witness to?’
The tree replied, ‘ I was born to witness the stars above Shahjahanabad.
But what I witnessed was the ebb and flow of the history of this land.
Of the ebbing of the Mughals as the blinded emperor Shah Alam II sat forlornly in his ravaged palace……
Of the ebbing of the Marathas after the defeat in the third battle of Panipat…..
The third battle of Panipat…..
Of the ebbing of the Jats in the late eighteenth-century……
Of the ebbing of the British empire with their departure from India in the twentieth century……
And with each such ebb, the plunder of this fort’s riches and the conscience of Man.’