tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17232829710405996772012-02-16T11:36:25.643-08:00<u>Scientific name <i>Delonix regia</i></u> <p>A Gulmohar tree grows across the street from my bedroom window in the room that I used to share with my younger brother in my parent's apartment. I have spent many afternoons staring at its fiery flowers, lush green foliage and its barren boughs. Thinking about............<P>Ashil Davawalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10771455030721142516noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723282971040599677.post-9444716032596778602008-06-20T01:37:00.001-07:002008-06-20T01:37:22.962-07:00<blockquote><br /> <p>I live every moment as a lifetime, as if I don't know what happened a moment before or what will happen in the moment after. It is in fact like taking birth every moment and dying before the next.</p><br /> <p> We do not remember what happened in our previous life, but what we do have with us is the core of that life, that surrounds us  in the form of a thin layer of air. such layers accumulate and form what I call my atmosphere.</p><br /> <p>My atmosphere plays a huge role on my actions in my current life. However the consequence of my action becomes just another layer of air in my ever expanding atmosphere, hence becoming immortal, living on forever, affecting and influencing my coming lives.</p><br /></blockquote><br /><p style="color:#008;text-align:right;"><small><em>Powered by</em> <a href="http://www.qumana.com/">Qumana</a></small></p><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723282971040599677-944471603259677860?l=underthegulmohartree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashil Davawalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10771455030721142516noreply@blogger.com1