Writer Viji Krishnamoorthy imagines herself lying under the banyan tree in Hamidi’s ‘Di bawah pohon beringin (beneath the banyan tree)’ and writes of her ‘daydreaming’ experience. The painting invites me to lay down under the tree and look up to see different leaves in shades of yellow and green, and red flowers covering the tranquil blue sky. Viji writes of how she used to enjoy picking the freshly fallen red flowers, delicately, so she wouldn’t hurt them. The third verse resonates deeply with me because it describes how trees are made into books which are kept for memories. Lines like ‘I would spread the fiery flaring flame of the forest in the middle pages of heavy brown encyclopedia Britannicas and patiently wait for them to dry and sought them out when they are brown and crumbly.’ frames how we give equal care to books and nature, the things that have the ability to bring us into different worlds.