Trees will bring life to them

Trees will bring life to them. The small garden behind the house was Neela's favorite place. It was full of trees and plants she had planted with her own hands - mango, jackfruit, marigold, jasmine, and a large majestic chantium tree she lovingly called "shadow grand." From an early age, she spoke like a person, sharing her secrets, her happiness, and even her rage.

One day, during a science class at her village school, her teacher said, "Even trees have life." The words are deep. Her mind whispered: "I always knew it. Now it has finally been proven!"

When Neela's grandfather passed away, she was still very young. He sat under a tree in Chatim every morning, reading the newspaper and meditating. After his death, the tree looked lonely and quiet. One day Neela realizes that her leaves are more depressed than usual, as if they were crying. She was a child, but she could have the feeling that something had changed.

hours have passed. Neela began working on school projects related to trees and nature. In the project, she discovered that trees can feel pain. They respond to sounds, touches, and even human beings. One night, she touched the bark of a Chatim tree one night and whispered, "Do you love me?" The breeze moved the leaves as if nodding.

It's true, but there's a change. Your parents have decided to move to the city to get better education and opportunities. Neela was broken with a broken heart. She didn't want to leave her garden, her trees, her "I don't want to go," she pleaded. "You can't leave a tree behind."

Her mother said, "Neela, it's just a tree. You're too emotional."

Neela answered softly but firmly.

Finally, she had no choice. They moved. A specific city study found that the balcony had only potted plants. None of them were as lively as the Chatim tree. Sometimes, she saw the tree being suspected in her dreams, and the branches broke and called it. Three years later, she finally returned to the village on vacation. The first thing she did was in her garden.

Tears of tears. The chatim tree was dead. The leaves were sparse, and many branches were dry. It stood and waited like a forgotten monument.

Neela whispered, hugging her trunk. "Sorry, Grandpa. I've left you all alone. "

Over the next few days, he cleared it around the tree, boning it every day, telling him exactly as before, singing Rabindranath Tagore's favorite song: "O Amar Desher Mati, Tomar Paaye Thekai Matha..."

Slowly, something wonderful seemed to have happened - small buds appeared. New leaves are beginning to sprout.

Your father noticed and tacitly said: "This tree is back to life! How about it?"

Neela smiled and said: "No wonder Baba is in the wonder. The tree feels love. I know I will return."

But the story does not end there.

Neera has become an environmental activist. Even in the city, she planted trees, cared for them, and taught their children. "The tree not only gives us oxygen, it gives us love. They feel pain, remember and react to kindness. They need to know how to see it."

Even today, when she visits the village, she sits under the tree in Chatim and whispers: "Grandpa, I'm here."

And the rustling of the leaves always has a soft answer - "I know."

The evening breeze fluctuates gently, but the leaves rustle as if someone was swaying gently.

Neela Wonders: "Are the trees stuck to memories too? Maybe they're waiting. They're waiting for their loved ones to return." The name engraved on the bark of the

tree remains clear - "Neela and Grandpa."

This tree is not just about shadows. It provides a continuous bond of love and connection.

And at that moment, Neela-Staber has a life, heart, and strength to truly feel.