The sound of his shoes was tapped on the sidewalk. It was nothing like rhyme but clear enthusiasm. And it was slow down and became completely silenced at regular spot. He could not believe what he was hearing from nearby other than his shoes’s sound. The noise was coming from a hammer. In front of him, he could watch too many white painted small logs which was uncountable from the perspective view of his eyes. And the worker was busy in fixing those. He moved his glance towards the mango tree remotely and walked away remembering the hammer sound.
As the day light getting dimmer, evening was drawing near and his tring school was over by the time. He came back and took his spot and watched again the mango tree. Now it’s half of the view was covered with newly made fence. Some emotions took inside him and caused him immobile. But before where the fence had been rooted , he could get nearer to the tree freely every evening after school and shoot some stones on it. It gifted him ripen mangoes daily. As it started becoming habitual he grew attachment with the tree. Now everything changed within a day. He dropped his head and unknowingly tears was sliding away from his face. But his watery eyes reflected the image of a small plant holding his tears on its leaves. That made him to understood. He was silent for few seconds and the next moment he walked away and knew what he was going to do.
He halted just before his house entrance and stopped with count fifty-five. He went his home and came back with water bucket. He watered the needy plant which was fifty fifth of his count. The mango tree not only gifted him rippen mangoes but also too many seedlings. Whenever he got the mango from that tree after eating it he used to dig a hole and left seeds covered while going back to home. And some of it sprouted with nature help. He never knew that he sowed many mango seeds and left unwater until now. He understood now not only keep on expecting things from others, we were also  in duty to give some. He traced back all his mango plants on his pathway and started watering happily everyday.


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