You should have heard it. First, there was a loud creaking noise, and then, a thud followed by a “whoosh!”
Whatever could have happened? I jumped up from my typewriter. I was in the midst of writing a story when I ran to the window to see what was going on. There, right below my window, lay the great old pine tree.
As I went outside to examine the tree, I noticed that it had actually broken into half. The trunk had split from the middle.
Years ago, such trees were a common sight for me when I was a boarder at a convent in Murree.
It seemed such a pity, for this particular tree had taken 20 years or so to reach its present size. And now, in one brief moment, it had become a wreck, only fit for firewood. It had provided shade for us, as it stood tall, close to my house.
The cause of its forthcoming was not hard to find. Right where the break had come, I could see the telltale signs of decay. Nobody had noticed this earlier. Indeed, to all appearances, this tree was as strong and healthy as any other near it, but the weakness was there just the same, slowly getting worse month after month and year after year.
Experiencing the songs of the birds, the fresh air touching their cheeks and the sight of the sun and the moon, made them all wish that they too had a place like this.
As for my children, I had tied a hammock on the tree so that they slept well.
Alas it was neglect, sheer neglect, which had brought about the decay. I was too busy enjoying my life, and my husband was busy earning money for our family. Still, sometimes I talked to my tree. Maybe the wind whistling through the branches was my reply. Definitely, I think my tree would respond to me this way. My question and answer sessions, as I spoke about it to the outsiders, seemed like my imagination going wild to them.
As it now lay there, reminding me that it was only good for firewood, I became sad. My son, who was my best companion too, came to me. He had sensed my sorrow.
One day, as I took my early morning walk, I saw a small plant staring at me from the base where my tree once stood. The seed of the parent tree had given birth to this plant, its roots taking possession of the space. A ripe green shoot was giving me proof of the continuity of life.
Another story built up in my mind. A story with a happy ending. This little plant gave me reason to be joyous.
My husband explained the phenomenon to his society. And I did not tell him that the reason behind the growth of my plant were my conversations with it. My friend had left a souvenir in its place. One that would always keep its memory alive in my heart.
The writer is the author of Short Stories for Children. She can be reached at zeenat.hakimjee@gmail.com
Published in Daily Times, January 29th 2018.
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