So you think that life in jungle is easy: No overtime, no deadline, no office politics and no pressure from boss, thus making this place a paradise.
The crooked vertebra of a tree suggests the opposite.
Who is the boss out there who stresses the tree in the midst of stereophonic chirping of birds and soothing breeze?
I can tell many of the trees used to release tension when wind is strong. They groan, and they creak, which happened to frighten me away once before. I was new into hiking by then.
Life in jungle is not as easy as it should be.
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