An Oasis under a Sprawling Tree

Abstract

The temperature in the room reached a high point. The once cool room, emitted heat, and the ceiling fan was circulating a warm breeze. It was as if my room had absorbed the warmth from outside. I clutched a plastic chair and made my way to a sprawling mango tree where I settled down with my favorite text, flipping through the pages to find the folded page where I had left off. The rustling of leaves filled the air, creating a soothing melody and a sense of nostalgia; I had not nestled myself under such a sprawling tree in a long time. A gust of breeze periodically brushed my face, wiping away the beads of sweat on my forehead, and whispering in my ears. It was soothing and delicate, like an ethereal lullaby. It was as though it carried nature's message, enveloped by the wind's gentle caress of my skin, filling my senses with tranquility and serenity.