My north-facing apartment has a balcony that relentlessly offers a green wave of freshness that soothes my mind regularly. Yes, I am talking about trees! April to October is the showtime of nature around me. Summer is like the green festival with the birds' musical concert and the butterfly's fashion show. It feels like an art festival where everyone brings out the best in each other by performing their best. Gradually, November starts the farewell process of nature's best artist—tree leaves become so fragile that a light wind can blow them far..far away. Every winter, I wonder about this dramatic change in nature, all those trees standing still in solitude, withstanding the torture of frigidness —how do they go through this grief every year and rejuvenate again? Can grief become endurable if it strikes cyclically? One remarkable thing that fascinates me most about the tree is its resilience from surrendering. In those brutal winter months, they become the epitome of trust ...