THE SOUND OF NATURE

There are 2 roads to reach my house. One is a town, the other is a quiet road. Even though i have many friends in the town stop i always get down at the other stop. You may wonder why. That is because you don't know the story of the beautiful bamboo trees near that stop. I have known them since i was 6 years old, I used to go walking with my father early in the morning.

Every time we pass the bamboos we would stand there and enjoy the serene beauty in them. Its like they were talking to me in their own language.

      Now, even after 10 years I get down the bus at the very same stop beside them. And even now i can hear them talking to the earth, to the sky,to the wind, and to me.

       A few days earlier i got down and ran eagerly towards my friends but i was rooted to the spot seeing 2 of my friends had disappeared and the third was  being chopped down. i walked slowly towards the trees, the wind blew so hard and loud that it was as if my trees were crying and i was crying too.....Now i always get down at the town stop. And when people ask why i just shrug and say "my friends are gone"....and those poor people smile and nod understandingly even though both they and i know that they did'nt understand a thing.......about my friends......and the sound of nature......