Not many long times ago, there was a huge mango tree. A little boy, whose name was Ravi, loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the treetop, ate the mangoes, took a nap under the shadow.. he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time goes on ….. the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree as usual.
One day, the boy came back to the
tree and he looked sad. ‘Come and play with me’ the tree asked the boy. ‘I
am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more’ Ravi replied. ‘I
want toys. I need money to buy them.’ ‘Sorry, but I do not have money’
the tree said, ‘but you can pick all my mangoes and sell them. So, you
will have money.’ Ravi was so excited. He grabbed all the mangoes on the
tree and left happily. He never came back after he picked the mangoes. The
tree was in grief.
One day, Ravi, who now turned into a
man returned and the tree was excited ‘Come and play with me’ the tree
said. ‘I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a
house for shelter. Can you help me?’ he replied. ‘Sorry, but I do not have
any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house’ the tree
answered. So Ravi cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The
tree was glad to see him happy but he never came back since then. The tree
was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, Ravi returned
and the tree was delighted. ‘Come and play with me!’ the tree said. ‘I am
getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a
boat?’ said Ravi. ‘Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away
and be happy.’ So Ravi cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing
and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, Ravi returned after many
years. ‘Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more
mangoes for you’ the tree said. ‘No problem, I do not have any teeth to
bite’ Ravi replied. ‘No more trunk for you to climb on’ the tree
said. ‘I am too old for that now’ Ravi said. ‘I really cannot give
you anything!.... the only thing left is my dying roots’ the tree said
with tears. ‘I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired
after all these years’ he replied. ‘Good! Old tree roots are the best
place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and take the rest
you need.’ Now the old and retarded Ravi sat down and the tree’s shadow and the tree was glad and smiled with tears in
eyes....
The same happens to everyone of us
when we are child. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved
to play with our Mum and Dad to the fullest. When we grow up, we leave them,
only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter
what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make
you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of
us treat our parents. We take them for granted we don’t appreciate all they do
for us until it’s too late. The shadow
which isn’t for life time… Are we being responsible enough? A big question
that shouldn’t be asking to every child while they are child!!!
Dedicated to my parents, and to every other parent, who are
dying to see their li’l one’s smiling…
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