Ficus my bonsai

She sat in one corner of the room, forlorn and aloof. Her bony branches,stuck out naked, a maze of unkempt forms and shapes. Her frame reminded me of a danseuse caught mid motion, her slender form contorted with arms outstretched. A single row of leaves hung in there,ominous and defiant, all that remained of her once lush green leaf cover. I had got her from my friend when he moved to Texas. It was a ficus belonging to a pan tropical genus of trees shrubs and wines and to give you an idea the family of the majestic banyan tree. Best adapted for sub tropical climates with a lot of heat, rain and wind, they are a major draw for bonsai enthusiasts. There were hardly any leaves excepting a few at the top and it being winter she had probably gone into maintainence mode. October had seen her lose all her leaves and had me worried for her health. All the leaves were gone in a couple of days and the stumpy gnarled form was all that was left. With a heavy sense of loss and trepidation I had watered it and put her down in a well lit corner of the room. The sun was getting weaker as the days passed and a cold shrill breeze had taken over. The sun had shifted south and that meant only weak sunlight entered the home in the last part of the day. And so everyday around 3pm , Iki would stop whatever she was doing and open up the blinds. The sunlit window sill was where all for one hour, my ficus sat. October gave way to Novemeber and things got only worse. Heat is what was called for and no the ficus didnt like the heat at home. She never took a liking for the space heater shedding 2-3 leaves in its proximity. Thats when I realised that the best bet was to put her on a window sill near the shower in the daytime when I was away at work. One week passed and soon the holidays were just round the corner. I had given up the habit of checking on my ficus daily and usually tended to water her once a week. The dry form showed no signs of improvement and soon my schedule got the better of me. It was only after two weeks of hectic travelling that I finally got into my apartment a couple of days just before New Years eve. Two hours and a good hot shower later, I casually looked towards the window and to my surprise there sat my ficus, bare but with tiny green shoots making their presence felt.