Oh, they call it poisoning, ah? From my little plot, I see it as just the tree being a strong, selfish ammi—"This space is mine only, beta." The walnut leaves that fall, they stop my dhania seeds from sprouting nearby, like a firm hand. But my eucalyptus? That one I planted for shade, and now not even grass grows under it, such a *dum* it has! Yet, for me, it's useful—keeps the stray goats away from my mint patch. Every plant has its own *zeera*, its own nature.
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