RAVI

In a small village nestled between green hills, there lived an old man named Ravi. He had a modest house, and behind it stood a towering mango tree, which had been a part of his family for generations. This tree wasn’t just any tree—it was a living memory, a symbol of love, patience, and care.

Ravi’s father had planted the tree when Ravi was just a boy, and over the years, the two of them nurtured it together. Every spring, the tree blossomed, filling the air with the sweet fragrance of its flowers, and by summer, it bore the juiciest, ripest mangoes in the entire village. Ravi would sit under the tree for hours, reading stories to the village children, sharing his wisdom with anyone who would listen. The tree’s shade was a haven, offering comfort to all who sought it.

As the years passed, Ravi grew old, and so did the tree. Its bark became rougher, its branches fewer, and its leaves not as green as they once were. One day, a fierce storm blew through the village, shaking the tree violently. Ravi watched in despair as several of its branches broke off and fell to the ground. It seemed the tree’s time was coming to an end.

But Ravi didn’t give up. He cared for the tree as tenderly as he had for all those years. He pruned the broken branches, watered its roots, and whispered to it in the mornings. Slowly, new shoots began to emerge. The tree, once thought to be on its last breath, began to show signs of life again.

The villagers were amazed by the tree’s resilience. They came to see it, to sit beneath its shade, and to marvel at how it thrived once more. Ravi would tell them, "This tree is like life—no matter how rough the winds, how hard the storms, with love and care, it can bloom again."

As seasons came and went, the tree and its owner became a symbol of hope for the village. When Ravi eventually passed on, the villagers planted seeds from the tree throughout the village in his honor. The legacy of the tree and his loving owner continued, reminding everyone that with care, patience, and a little love, even the most fragile things can grow strong again.

And so, the tree stood tall, whispering stories of resilience to all who rested beneath its shade.