A strange tale
His old branches were tired now, tired with age, they moaned when wind tried to play with them. By dusk he was dozing, often woke up past dawn.
Some scurrying sound woke him up, a few men were digging a hole, they were in a hurry, some of his roots were hurt too but they hardly bothered.
They buried something and scurried away like night creatures.
A few days passed by and something started to happen inside him, he started to feel as if he was changing, becoming someone else.
All of a sudden new leaves started to sprout, that was followed by buds in his once dead branches.
Read the hindi here: http://hindibaaten.wordpress.com/2015/10/07/musegames-on-wednesdays-7-10-15