Short story: Speaking tree Fly high with the roots Firm on the ground. Let your roots of soul be stronger, grow stronger in every environment, be big by heart giving shade of soothing kindness, love and care. Give shelter of help to needy people. I coded this data permanently into my mind and made this as principle of my life. (Caption...) I was walking happily with her besides a garden. I waved my hand on that roses and laughed as if they were tickling my heart with happiness. But suddenly the sharp thorns pricked my fingers and I cried a bit. I asked her, " This is so beautiful and gentle. Why it's hurting then with that sharp thorns? " With deep pain she said, " My child, beauty and pain accompanies together in everyone's life. That's how life is made! " The happiness was no longer on my face as she left me under a shade! She looked into my eye. While leaving, rain from her eyes drenched my skin. Though my smile pulled her towards me but destiny forced her to leave me. She was my mom! I waited there only as I thought she would come soon. But soon the colours of sunset started vanishing and darkness was fetching me. Feared by darkness I cried out loud and all of a sudden I heard a voice, " My child, why are you crying? " With great hope I turned back as the voice was similar to my mom. I couldn't see no one. Astonishing! The sound was coming from a tree! I never saw a speaking tree till that day. The tree said, " You are a child blessed by God to face many hardships. My child come near me." At first I hesitated but then I went and hugged that tree. God! I felt as if I was hugging my mom. A group of people gathered around and asked that what are you doing alone here. I narrated my pain with tears and that kind people took me to their house and considered me as their own child only. When I said about that speaking tree no one believed me.
