There is this tree that I pass everyday...it is a huge tree...it grew to a significant height and then wilted and died. Now it stands, dry and bare, and just represents that it had seen life and growth at some point...and survival. I wonder what the residents of the house, the house in whose front yard the tree stands think of when they see the tree everyday...or do they register the fact that there is no shade or fruits that the tree bears. Maybe they think of chopping it off some day? So, I pass the house and the said tree everyday, and on Monday morning, I saw these bright specks of green on its tall branches...the specks flew around and settled on neighbouring trees, swirled over to another branch or just casually moved on their perch. The specks were not new leaves, they were parrots that seemed to be having some secret party on those branches. For some reason, the tree that had no other value except the dry wood it is likely to offer when cut down, offered home to these birds. I ...
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