Spring Has Left Us
in April, I walk into the Sunder Nursery Gardens in Delhi’s city center. These outings are a customary habit, instilled by my father when we were growing up. Our neighborhood was far from Delhi’s gardens and green spaces, tightly meshed into concrete. It lacked the bounty of hopping birds, mulberry-laden trees, and massive canopies of banyan trees. In springtime, we traveled to the city center for picnics with our cousins and friends. While my parents lay beneath trees, my sister
