Long back, there stood a tree near a pond. It was happy as every evening, a cute couple used to come and sit under it. The couple was very young, two school going kids. There softness, cuteness, purity in the relationship, understanding and commitment made the tree feel so content. If any day by chance the couple didnt come, the tree used to feel pathetic. It was a habit for it. The couple's love made the tree feel the need of a partner. And one day, the big banyan tree which used to stand in the other side of the pond feel in the storm. And the tree saw a beautiful tree just behind that. Its beauty, its purity attracted our tree so much that it fell in love. In one hand, the couple was happy exchanging love letters, on the other, the trees started exchanging leaves. All the four were happy. Our tree was in cloud 9. Every evening it danced with the breeze, it sang with the wind. One day, a honey bee came, and our cute tree couple exchanged pollens. And the very next day, early in the morning, when our tree opened its eyes with smile, it saw, some people hitting its partner with saw. The tree was aback... it wanted to run and save, but could not. It shouted, no body bothered. It threw its branches, all thought it as a reaction of storm. It wanted help from the couple, but both were not there because of the weather. Our tree cried. Its parter was in pieces in front of it. Out tree could not save it.
Days passed, years passed. No body have seen that cute couple since long. Our tree, old old tree is still standing there near the pond. In the other side, there is the showroom of Austin Hyndai, right above the graveyard of its partner. Our tree is just waiting for the next rainy months, and it is sure its not going to survive this one. So every time in a single drizzle, it just extent its arms to the young grown up tree beside it, the last memory which still stands there.
Its raining. Our old old tree is throwing its branches. Its dying. Its dying. Its moving, and soon will fall down. Highway is shining black. Suddenly, isnt it that boy of the couple who is in bike??? Yes... Oh God... he has grown up soooo big!!! Old Old tree sparkled up. Happy. Let it see the girl. She might have become beautiful by now. No. She is not the same. She is another girl. Old Old tree is upset. And it moved. Moved forever.
Mr. X to Miss Z in the bike over the highway : " This is new Austin Hyundai showroom. And behind that u see the pond??? Me and Y used to sit there every eve under a beautiful tree. "
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