UK and Bengal

I’ve said this before and gotten flak about being a Bengali anglophile, but I’ll say it again. When I take the train through rural Bengal, I sometimes feel like I’m traveling in the UK. The same lush green, lakes, rolling fields. A few differences in vegetation – banana trees, mango trees, broad banyan trees. But the same lush green.

Some photos to illustrate my point. Here are some photos of Bengal and Kolkata from the plane on a recent flight.


And here’s UK. A little blurry, but this is what I could get from the web.



On my constant companions, my silent friends, trees. Courtesy Rob Breszny. Click on the images to see more.

Manzanita bark

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Rainbow Eucalyptus
An incredibly colourful tree, the Rainbow Eucalyptus. Click here for more.




I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)