The axe man appeared. They were pulling
down the guava tree.
Memories flew.
Its branches had nested my childhood; its
leaves had aged alongside me. Now, in
our twilight years, we were both at our children’s mercy.
“We can’t afford his medicines anymore,” I overheard
my son.
The axe struck. Tree fell with a thud.....
Beautiful yet again! Touching and heart breaking....
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DeleteAwww, thank you so much oh dear Bushra. You made my day ^_^
:( painful n sad.. beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteHi Rat. yes, it's a bit of a satire this time.....but i am not quite satisfied with the way i expressed it....55 words proved a bit less i reckon
ReplyDeletethey say it right !! ur best at this format !! absolute beauty Ritesh !! Super Like
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DeleteWow! Profound.
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DeleteThats sad!!
ReplyDeleteTragedy is a part of life Kislaya :)
DeleteWell said and yes it was a complete story in mere 55 words..wow
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ReplyDeleteI used to have a Guava three In my backyard a long time ago, at another place. Your heart touching story brought back those memories. Thanks :) Well written.
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