The roads were slick with rain and it was dark, the highway mostly empty. I was alone with my mind, which is always quite active when I am driving alone. I was listening to Lullaby, Op. 57, No. 2 by Cyril Scott through my airpods when a thought crept into my mind.
Life is a highway, and we are all on a road trip.
I mean, life is almost an endless drive right? I mean, we have those points when we are in the fast lane. Racing past the others, perhaps in our youth. Those busy and exciting times when the the music is pounding through the speakers. The carefree moments or the consistently laborious points in life when we are going so quickly, trying to be conscious not to crash. Sometimes, one can not be careful enough.
And then you have those in the middle, the track between the fast and the slowest. The ones who have to be the most careful to stay on their lane. The driver is a bit slower because they are not sure of the direction they are taking. Passing the cars in front of them to achieve their trek to their destination or to go into the slowest lane and make an exit are the options that lay before them. This is not an easy decision though, and the stress this can cause can cause one to waver a bit.
And then there is the slowest lane. You’ll find many different people in this lane. The ones who need to make a stop for a gas refill or a rest stop. There are the ones who just want to cruise without the pressures the other two lanes hold. There are the ones who’s cars broke down on the side of the road and are on the shoulder, waiting for roadside assistance to come to their aid. And then the ones who’ve had enough of all the driving and take an exit for their last time.
We are all on the long drive, front the moment our foot touch the pedal. And with this time, the best we can do is enjoy the ride the best way we can.
Clean, plain, open, closed, bright, light, shaded, paned, shuttered, blinded, boarded, rusty, dirty, smoky windows. broken, shattered, run down windows Windows that protect and hide, a mirror to the world outside and sometimes to the world within, unraveling layer by layer, revealing a glance into a soul, a tool for introspection and scrutiny, secrets and smokescreens, evasions, denials, half-truths Windows, they tell it all.
“Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree” by Simi K. Rao
I felt as if after reading Simi K. Roa’s, Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree, I was able to take a glance into her soul. This eloquent morsel was released in August of last year and is less than 150 pages in length. Rao was born in India, but she has been living in the United States for several years now. She has also published a few other works within the last few years, such as Inconvenient Relations and the Accidental Wife. Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree was the first work of hers that I have read, but it is definitely now a favorite that I highly recommend.
What attracted me first was the title. I had never heard of a Banyan tree, so I searched it.
Originally, they are from the writer’s home country, where underneath the tree is often a center of activity in many of their communities. Magnificently, Banyans can grow up to be 80 feet tall, cover about 14,500 square feet of space, and live to be over two and a half centuries of age. Often, the tree symbolizes fertility, life, and even resurrection. Hindu texts dating back over 2,500 years reference the Banyan tree as a “world tree,” it’s roots reaching the heaves and delivering blessings to earth.
Significantly, the concept of the vastness of this tree, with it’s sturdy roots consuming all in its path, is more than appropriate metaphor in my opinion. It would be difficult to use one word to encumber all that is contained in Rao’s, Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree. However, if I did, I would choose a word that a Banyan tree itself represents. Life.
Life penned by Simi Rao, as I read, had been written through the many lenses that she wore in her time. A Mother. A Physician. An Innocent Child. A Mischievous Teen. A Lover. An Immigrant. A Dreamer. Every poem and short story is coated with her observations of human nature, her experiences a cross-cultured woman, her internal struggles, her perceptions of love, and her emancipation from the darkness that can tend to follow us in life.
The poems were written in a variety of different styles, which I find is important in books such as these. It is more engaging when authors change the rhythm, rhyme patterns (or not rhyme at all), and the topics as well. She accomplished that skillfully, and she also included some excepts from her other books and a few short stories. The poem “Windows” was my favorite poem style wise, and I thought it was very deep. Rao gave us a peek through her window. Through it, the inner workings of her humanity was laid bare, which made almost everything she wrote easy to relate to. I felt as if I could almost feel her soul in some of the poems. Her affection for others and nature was plain to me. Her love of her culture was also evident. In the vivid short story “Mr. Tim“, a little girl befriends a squirrel in a tree. At the end, I almost shed tears just as the character did. The poem “Phobia” cleverly explained how tragic it is that fear can imprison us, even when freeing ourselves from it’s control is more possible than it seems. Simi shared her experiences as a physician with writing of a cancer patient, an addict, and an elderly woman with dementia. And of course, the love stories “Crush” and “A Cup of Chai” were heartwarming.
All that is included in Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree is touching in it own right. As Simi describes it, we must all ride “the carnival of life,” and it is bumpy ride. With all the unrest occurring in the world at present, the burden of simply existing is not foreign to anyone. Nonetheless, Roa reassures in this composition that there is light awaiting after the dark, somewhere a hand is always out-stretched, the beauty of love flows in unlikely places, and that rain will always fall to spread the roots of the Banyan tree.
Although many people start to bring changes in their lives beginning in January, I think that this season has naturally became that for me. Last year in November, my family and I made a decision that drastically changed our lives. We lost much of our social construct and our belief system. Everything changed faster than we could wrap our heads around, and the effects of our decision had a more shocking affect than we had be prepared ourselves for. This has definitely been the hardest year of my life. However, sometimes you have to fall to be reborn anew. I have realized at times to create a better life for yourself and fulfill your goals in life, you have to “turn a new leaf.” Maybe you may be a bit fragile for a while, because change doesn’t come easy. You may lose somethings, but you will gain much more precious things. In the end, your choice won’t be something you will regret. This may have been my hardest year, but I hindsight I wouldn’t have held on for a second more.