The Women Who Hugged the Trees

The morning air smelled of damp earth and pine as Gaura Devi stepped outside her mud-walled home in Reni village. The Himalayan forests surrounded her like an old friend, their tall trunks whispering secrets in the wind. These trees were more than just wood, they were shelter, firewood, food, and protection from the landslides that sometimes tumbled down the mountainsides. But that morning, a dangerous rumour had spread through the village like wildfire. The loggers were coming. Gaura Devi wiped her hands on her sari, her heart pounding. The government had sold the trees to a logging company, ignoring the women’s pleas. The men of the village were away, working in the fields. If no one stopped the loggers, the trees would be gone by nightfall. She gathered 27 women, young girls, grandmothers, mothers carrying babies. Together, they marched up the rocky path toward the sacred trees. The loggers arrived shortly after, their axes slung over their shoulders. One of them sneered at Gaura. ...