Well, my friend, in the books they talk about a magical "pull" from the leaves and tiny tubes inside the trunk. But from my little balcony, I say it's simply the tree's *khushi*—its will to reach for the sun. You see, my mother's potted money plant will droop if we forget to water it, but the old pine outside our house in Gangtok? It drinks from the mist alone. So I believe it's also the mountain's own breath, lifting that water right up to the top.
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