In this book, I narrate an account of a prostitute exhorting me on a street to smile as I wait for a ride home.
In contemplation, I tell the story of those mornings when my wife Teresa calls out: ÒHey baba! Jump out of bed. IÕve got you the coffee.Ó I smile. But why? ThatÕs something I have discovered lately and I reveal it all in this book.
Trees was born on 01 April, traditionally referred to as ÒApril Fools DayÓ. However the word ÒphoolÓ in the Indian native language means flower. My April Phool is about Trees, a woman of heart, of great courage, of faith and of love. A woman who has touched the lives of many. But she is no superwoman. Like me, she is an ordinary human, open to human error and occasionally faltering. This book looks at her life, the joys and the tribulations along the way. The book also carries narratives by TreesÕ dear ones as well as some of her work with thread and needle, sugar and spice and a book of verse.