India, April 5 -- The city parks are full of fallen dry leaves. Walking almost on a mattress of them to the familiar sound of crunch crunch, I suddenly became very aware of my own mortality. These were the very leaves that were once so bright and beautiful, they glistened with the healthy shine of youth. They swayed and danced joyfully to the warm caresses of the breeze that played through them. Nourished by the tall trees they little realised how dependent was their existence. Only a live tree can suck up the water from way down into the earth and pump it so high up to its tallest branch. The tree sprouts leaves, wooden branches, flowers and fruits. Has one ever thought that a tree can only do all this if there is life in it? The same sa...