It’s raining heavily . Outside the glass-pan of window the down pour has created a hazy screen.No wind is blowing at all. The single tree visible from my seat stands facing the lashing silently. It was a green, blooming tree few days ago. The green wide canopy interspersed with bright yellow delicate bunches of flowers filled the heart with dream and romance. With every wisp of air the hanging chandelier like flowers danced rhythmically. Some times few flowers from the bunch came down dancing softly with the wind and on a really windy day the ground below was carpeted yellow. The tree was a source of joy to us. but that day people from electricity department arrived and cut all it’s outstretched arms as those reached the high voltage wire running above. Now the stem with few butchered branches and leaves hanging desolately stand bare . But the tree has not lost it’s dignity. Under the incessant lashing rain it stand firmly holding it’s ground as if bearing with equanimity it’s fate and look there is this small bunch of three-four fresh green leaves peeping out from that bleeding crevice. To me they feel like angels of hope…..if calamity falls upon, the bright time can’t be far behind.

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