Living Root Bridges

Deep in a warm, rainy forest, I stretch over a rushing river. I am not made of wood or stone like other bridges. My arms are bumpy and green, and I wiggle just a little when you walk on me. That’s because I am alive. I am a Living Root Bridge, and I love to help my friends cross the water. I feel the gentle patter of raindrops on my leafy branches and listen to the happy sounds of the forest all around me. I am a special kind of friend to the forest and the people who live here.

I live in a beautiful place called Meghalaya, in India. For hundreds and hundreds of years, the kind Khasi people have lived here. When it rains, the rivers get very big and fast, making it hard to cross. A long, long time ago, more than 500 years ago, the people had a wonderful idea. They saw the long, strong roots of the rubber fig trees. They gently took the roots and helped them grow across the water. It took many, many years for me to grow strong enough to hold people. It was like learning to give a big, strong hug across the river.

Now, I am a sturdy bridge for everyone to use. Children and grown-ups can walk on my back to get to the other side safely. I was not built with blocks or tools. I was grown with patience and care. Every year, my roots get a little thicker and a little stronger. I am a happy bridge because I show everyone how people and nature can be best friends. We work together to make something amazing and helpful that lasts for a very long time. I am here to help you on your way.