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If trees could talk, they’d have so much to tell: The story of two broken hearts, that stolen first kiss, those last words of a mother to her son, endless cups of tea and never-ending chatter, of nostalgia, an act of brutality and a tale of passion. In this collection of short stories, The Trees Told Me So, Purva Grover draws a beautiful and poignant picture of love, life and loss, with an honest voice. And the common thread running through the stories is that nature (Read: A tree) stands witness like an old soul—full of wisdom and compassion. A silent observer, a keeper of secrets, yet the tree is always an integral part of the character’s very being.
Why did the trees speak to me? Why did characters whose lives had been touched by the trees decide to confide in me? I am yet to know. Could it be because I promised to listen closely? I took notes of thoughts that came and vanished. I scribbled down memories that I wished we cherished. I was patient when I met up with people who ached to share. I dealt with questions that made me uncomfortable. I let the sceneries, objects, and situations inspire me. I expressed joy, love, anxiety, disappointment, anger, happiness, and pain. Together, we weaved these 11 tales. Of faith, funeral; of dads, dreams; of growth, greed; of sins, secrets; of chai, confessions; of relationships, reflections; of lives, loves, and living. And we remembered to do so with honesty because it’s only the honest words that have the power to bring a change, touch hearts, and awaken minds. I can only hope we never lose faith in words. These tales are now as much yours as mine.