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|The Courtyard Tree (standard:other, 3553 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Jul 28 2010||Views/Reads: 1693/1054||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The ugliest site on the earth is a man shivering out of fear.|
The Courtyard Tree Shamoil Ahmad Terrorists had entered from the main door, breaking it open and he had fled towards the rear door. The rear door was at the farthest end of the courtyard and it opened into the alley...but he could not make it to...for, while fleeing from the courtyard his linen had got caught in one of the branches of the tree that had bent almost down to the earth. It was the very tree that had sprung up in the courtyard, which he himself had tended for so long... Long ago the tree was not there and those were the days of his childhood. His mother took special care to keep the courtyard clean. She never allowed the leaves to gather in the courtyard. One fine morning he had descried a tiny plant grown in the courtyard. Its leaves were tiny and the overnight dewdrops had made them still tendered and looked yellowish. The top leave had thick dew on it. He had an impulse to feel it with his hand...and no sooner, he had touched it than it rolled down the leaf...In sheer surprise he had looked at his fingertip where the dew had gathered. He had then scampered off to his mother. Mother was then kneading flour and the beads of her ear-tops were swaying back and forth. When he informed her that a plant had sprung up in the courtyard, she merely smiled and continued with her occupation. Mother looked at the plant. She thought it was some fruit-bearing tree. To father it appeared to be the Indian rosewood tree. The old doors needed replacement. He thought he could replace them with the rosewood. He now took it upon himself to tend the plant every morning and evening. After returning from school, he would sit down by its side. He would touch the tender leaves and become immensely happy. Once a neighbor’s goat strayed in from the hind door of the backyard. He was then preparing to go to school. He did not notice it at first, but once the goat came close to the plant and chucked a few leaves, he threw his bags and rushed out with a baton in his hand. The goat scampered off. His eyes shed a few drops of despondent tears. He shut the door of backyard and went to his mother with wet eyes. Mother pacified him and father had the plant fortified with bricks. From that day on, he remained on the lookout for the goat. If ever it dared to enter, he would break its legs. He occasionally peep through the alley to see if it was lurking around ...and if ever it was seen , he would lie in wait ready with a stick in his hand. Once his father even chastised him for this. His mother would laugh at him for his attachment to the plant. Once she said. ‘’As you grow , the tree will also grow with you.’’ Mother had begun to take care of the tree. While sweeping the courtyard, she would often water it. The plant had begun to grow. Soon it had branched out with green leaves sprouting. Even so, she had not been able to recognize the tree. Father still thought it was rosewood. Mother no longer thought that it was a tree that it could yield fruit, but the tree had its roots firmly planted and had developed into a veritable tree. Now butterflies had also befriended the leaves. He would often try to catch them. Once a plum got stuck to his finger. He felt bad and never again tried to catch them. He would now just watch them and when they would fly away, he would run after them. But he never liked the presence of chameleon in the courtyard. The sight of the shaking of its head was repulsive to him. Once a chameleon went up the tree. and began to shake its head violently which filled him with disdain He picked up a pebble and aimed at it but thought it would bring down some leaves. ...then he merely thumped his feet on the ground making a big sound of thud. Chameleon ran quickly down and he threw the pebble at it . The pebble hit the ground and deviated on to a litter-box kept in the courtyard. It made a ringing sound whereupon mother peeped out of the window and finding him in the sun began to chide him . He now began to keep constant supervision on the tree. With the passage of time it bloomed into a full-grown tree and he also passed the matriculation Click here to read the rest of this story (279 more lines)
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