I heard an awful noise. Someone had started to chop her down.
‘She is no more’.
Still remember the days we friends played cards, caroms and chess in her shadow. We hide behind her. She beautifully swayed with the rhythm of the wind; branches bent downward and made every existence joyful. She was home to many birds and animals. In my childhood days, my grandma taught me to worship trees, water them every day and to plant more. But I don’t know why she said to cut it down into pieces?
Later I found the reason. Carpenter was carving it and making its hard rough bark into a smoother one for making a cot. Wood turned to artistic shapes and reformed as a shining cot. I was asked to lay down on it, as it is healthy to sleep on a Neem-made cot. I lay down. Tears wet my pillow.
‘I am remorse for being rude, selfish and killing you’.
‘I regret’.
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