Occasionally, excitingly, red-vented bulbuls would come perch on the grill for a quick minute and purple and yellow sunbirds would hop on to my flowering plants for a sip and a peck. March meant lemon yellow butterflies would float along its tendrils, seeming miraculous, though they are the commonest butterflies. At the risk of sounding like a nut that does not grow on trees, I have to say I was somewhat in love with that tree. People were busy posting about “nature coming back”. But nature was right here.

Some nights ago, I was woken up by a crash? An explosion? I couldn’t tell. I felt weirdly disoriented. Then I realised I could suddenly see the sky from my window—because the tree was missing. Getting up, I saw that the tree fallen over, sprawled, roots out, over the basti roofs below. There was alarm and commotion. It was ascertained that no one was hurt. Some roofs were damaged. The tree was dead. Its roots just didn’t have room to grow with all the concrete around.

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It took many days to accept this vacuum, to try to appreciate the beauty of the Homeric rosy fingered dawn and not resent it for being my view instead of the tree. That one tree was a revelation and an education for me. Living alongside it helped me understand why nature is wondrous, and why it matters—because it is life itself, and keeps us living in so many different ways. It made me understand why biodiversity matters, very simply, and what is so special about the ordinary, as opposed to the spectacular Nature of movies and resorts. As Ed Yong, writer of An Immense World said in a recent interview, “Things don’t have to be better than us to be extraordinary… they are worthy in their own right and they’re worth protecting and saving in their own right.”

How dense and immense was life in just one tree. Imagine what would be lost if 2,700 trees are cut in the Aarey forest—leopards, insects, butterflies, birds, rivers and delight. People who call that forest home. These things are worth learning from, fighting for. The joyful movement to Save Aarey is worth supporting. Nature is here. Why send it away so it needs to “come back”?

Paromita Vohra is an award-winning Mumbai-based filmmaker, writer and curator working with fiction and non-fiction. Reach her at paromita.vohra@mid-day.com