It was a sunny afternoon when I was heading towards my home in Bangalore.I saw some people gathered around a tree. They were cutting a tree.
I stood sometime watching it. The Tree was quite huge and an old one too. Its branches were large. There were many birds circling atop the tree chirping and singing their songs. It was the not the usual happy notes I hear each morning. It looked as if the birds were mourning the death of their beloved home - the tree.
The tree was providing shelter to the men who were cutting it off. It surely must be speaking something. Or do you think it was silently watching its death ?
I stood sometime watching it. The Tree was quite huge and an old one too. Its branches were large. There were many birds circling atop the tree chirping and singing their songs. It was the not the usual happy notes I hear each morning. It looked as if the birds were mourning the death of their beloved home - the tree.
The tree was providing shelter to the men who were cutting it off. It surely must be speaking something. Or do you think it was silently watching its death ?
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