When I was a little boy, we lived in a small house surrounded by hundreds of palm trees. The palm trees are my childhood companions. I loved tender coconut water and the heavenly taste of the white jelly-like pulp inside the tender coconut. We collected tiny coconuts (bonde) and created toys out of it. We made rings and spectacles using palm leaves. I loved climbing a palm  tree. It is perhaps the only tree which offers  every-thing that a man needs to survive: food, water, shelter and the coir which is used for making ropes and mattresses. That is why it is called the ‘Kalpavriksha’ on earth. My sculpture of knitted palm leaves is my ode to the palm tree.