Plants
Plants around us, their names and their stories.
A morning at Hatirjheel
A tree I could not name, glimpsed on the way home from my cousin’s house, sent me back to Hatirjheel alone the next morning. I walked its whole length, from palash to bottlebrush, looking for it.
Rain lilies come with the monsoon
After the first monsoon showers, pink, white and yellow rain lilies pop up all over Curzon Hall. A closer look at these familiar little flowers.
Hastikarna, a guest of the monsoon
Leaves as big as an elephant’s ears, flower heads like broccoli: dhol samudra, or hastikarna, turns up with the monsoon rains and vanishes underground before winter.
Curzon Hall through a plant lover’s eyes
Leaves like joined twins, fruits like microphones, cannonballs hanging from a tree: a plant lover’s walk through Curzon Hall, one tree at a time.
Foxtail orchids in an unexpected place
Eight garlands of pink flowers hanging from a tree in an ordinary village orchard: an unexpected meeting with the foxtail orchid, a beauty we are slowly losing.
Growing up with akondo, the crown flower
For six years I used a plant as a step to climb my school wall, never knowing it was akondo, the crown flower. A story of fruits, white blooms and endless wishes.
Snap ginger, the flower that shares cardamom’s name
I first glimpsed this flower behind a garden wall at Mirpur. Later it bloomed in our own department garden, on plants I had always taken for bamboo.
Ritha, the tree I still don’t really know
The nameplate at the Mirpur Botanical Garden said ritha, but to me it looked like a mahogany! The story of a friendly argument I started on purpose.
Yes, there really is an incense tree
As a schoolboy I loved the scent drifting out of a temple on my way to school. Years later, a friend pointed at a tall tree and said: this is the dhoop tree!
Time for sukhdarshan, the spider lily
White flowers spread like an octopus, magenta buds that would not open, and a worrying name, “poison bulb”: my hunt for the spider lilies on campus.
