A Gentle Story
21/09/25
At the edge of a small village stood an ancient banyan tree. Its roots touched the earth like a hundred arms, and its branches spread wide like a protective sky.
Every evening, children gathered under it—playing, fighting, laughing, and sometimes simply lying down, staring at the golden sunset through its leaves. The tree had seen generations grow, yet it remained young at heart, whispering stories through its rustling leaves.
One day, a boy asked the tree, “Why do you never get tired?”
The tree answered, “Because your laughter keeps me alive.”
The boy never forgot this. Years later, he returned as a grown man, bringing his children to the same banyan tree. And once again, the tree smiled in silence.
Let us also be like that tree—strong, giving shade, and keeping memories safe for tomorrow.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
Guwahati ,Assam , India
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