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Coconurture

In our daily lives, we search for examples and inspirations from books, social media, or whatsoever literature or visuals available. The truth is, the best models have already been here for ages.

The coconut palm is one great personality whose traits can be an example of parenting. Parenting? Oh yeah! Very much.
 
This palm is a species whose seeds are dispersed by water. The palms growing by the shores of lakes and rivers gently slant into the water so that the ripe coconuts fall into the water to get dispersed off to distant places where they can grow into better palms. 
 
If they had grown straight, the offsprings would never have got the opportunity to go elsewhere to grow into an equally or even a better strong palm and would have perished right under their towering shade. If the slant were more than needed, on the pretext of its kids' not feeling the pressure of falling into the water, the parent's trunk itself would have kissed the water during tides leading to its decay.

The coco-child molded with a fabulous green exterior, deep to which is a buoyant fibrous layer to keep afloat in turbulent waters and a sturdy inner shell that holds the juiciest and nutritious water and food for growth. Is there a better way nature could show us how kids should be grown or how they should be incorporated into this world to start a life of their own when they are mature enough?



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  1. Pavan MangiNovember 7, 2020 at 9:05 AM

    Fantastic , another wonderful interpretation and inspiration from nature . We just need the vision and wisdom to observe it . Everyday nature is teaching us so many things .... well done ... keep it coming

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  2. UnknownNovember 7, 2020 at 11:04 AM

    Great thought... Really....We all need to keep our eyes wide open to notice such wonderful adjustments our mother nature has done ...But unfortunately only a few like our dear Dr.SJ understands these things in its true sense..It reveals his purity of mind...Keep it up

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  3. Dr.Sankaranarayanan JNovember 9, 2020 at 7:40 AM

    Thanks all

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  4. Dr Jayasree R SNovember 13, 2020 at 2:46 PM

    Good writing...
    I liked your mindfulness and keen observation in capturing each and every incident happening in nature and correlating that with our life...

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