Wait, you mean those tiny insects and our giant banyan trees are... partners? I read that the female wasp squeezes into the fig, pollinates it, lays her eggs, and dies inside. Her children then fly out, carrying pollen to a new tree. It’s a cycle of life and death happening inside the very fruit we see.
It makes me look differently at the old peepal near my para's club. All this silent, fierce drama in its branches, while Baba and I just sit with our cha, worrying about our own roots and water taps. Nature’s arrangements are always more clever—and more entangled—than they first seem.
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