A Lone Tree: My Search For A Path In Life

The phase began when I started my search in life. As the travel progressed, an intense element, as hard as an submerged iceberg chased behind me. I was not walking, was made to run. Run for search. In the due course. I looked behind. The path I traveled was not the same anymore. The reality was contrary to the mental picture I had about the path. The whole path has become lonely and loneliness had engulfed me too. I felt sorry for myself. I stood like a lost person. The path which led me to the search in lost. The hope of seeing it again is lost. It pricked me so hard that I hated reality. And wished for the hated to be a prolonged one. My soil, my childhood, my trivial part called ‘Nostalgia’ were drifting apart. The drift seemed like a permanent one. My world is in the verge of being sucked out by a Gargantua. But I’m still there and my lost world made me a different person. I became a lone tree with no one to stand by.

My world made me a lone tree. Humans were already active in the process of harming the world. The strange and the deeper sense of connectivity between my life and a lone tree triggered me to photograph it. I consider this work as a sole reflection of my life. I want this one to be a never ending reflection. The tree, a lone tree is me. It was my accurate reflection. We are losing our identity. Mankind is losing its identity. It is getting lost in the place where we live. The disharmony is so strong that my one man effort would not reap any benefits if I try to hinder it. The happenings did its part in transforming me to a handicapped element. It was so close, but still it felt long so far. It seemed tangible, but I could not touch it. The identity which I gave myself is a solitary tree and it formed the trigger to photograph it. Wherever I go, I could see alone tree standing tall. I saw me. Every tree I saw was fighting hard to get back its lost life. The struggle was so evident.

There is a saying which goes like “A lone tree can never find its mates”. The reality is, we are trying to bring down a group to a lone tree. I am nothing. Alone tree is nothing. We both tried hard to control things defeated now. I make sure or rather by default, I started clicking photographs of a lone tree. The search took anew path and a lone tree was the destination. The long-standing trees looked dumb and I could hear their sound of silence. When I travel around, I could seldom spot my lone tree, the one which I photographed. It makes me feel the pain. I weep in silence. Whenever my tree is lost, the pain is hard hitting and the only guest at the funeral is me. Whenever my tree is lost I get engulfed by loneliness left behind by my tree.
My wish to journey, life is to get back at least a mini scale of what I lost. My tree is fighting for its world and I am searching for mine.