Strange and wonderful meditation on arboreal being, drawing on literary history, theology, philosophy, botany, folklore, mythology and even cinema. Shades of Czeslaw Milosz’s poem ‘Notes’: “Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.” Peopled with a Calcutta taxi driver who keeps potted plants in his cab, Tagore and his love for his garden, etc. Published in India in 2017 and now picked up by Yale.