The Little Girl and The King

I was saturated in a novel. Then my beloved affectionate granddaughter walked in who recently turned to three and half years old. She just woke up from her siesta. Having the door shut behind she crawled up my bed and coiled into my lap. I asked her if she had a good nap. She answered positively. I asked ,'Did you have a dream while you were in sleep?' She shook her head sideways. I showed my interest in listening to the story. With a sad expression she said, 'I saw a king .. a 'bad' king and I went to his palace, I just played; I did nothing but yet he scolded me'.

Naturally I felt very sad for her and wanted to say some comforting words.

Before that I happened to have asked her if she did any damage or plucked flowers or leaves from the king's garden. Confidently she replied in negative.

To ease her and to bring back her heavenly smiles I told that I would definitely talk and scold the king that night in my dream. A bright sunshine elongated on her face and my granddaughter looked very happy and de-stressed.

The story could have been finished here but rather here's a little extension regarding child psychology.

Since my heatlh is not good in my late age, soon after above conversation I had to retreat back to my overseas home for a respite. And later I sent a letter to my granddaughter narrating my visit with the king:

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Me: 'Hey! king, why you scolded my granddaughter.?'King: 'Who is your granddaughter?'
Me: ' ..Strange! You should know her. She is the beautiful loveable child living beside your palace

The King went silent and I reiterated 'You did not answer my question'' and I
kept on asking and asked: 'Did she pluck flowers from your garden or any leaves thereof got damaged by herself?'

'Nothing she did', answered the king

'So why you behaved like this, you should know that such a cruel behaviour with a child is a crime'.

The king told that he really felt very sorry.
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The above letter made my granddaughter extremely happy.

There is a little more to this narrate. Actually when she told a bad king scolded her, my heart  started bleeding. I thought that the king might be me, because that very day I actually scolded her for her naughty deeds.

My granddaughter relieved me saying, 'It was not you Nina, It was the king because he had the crown on his head'. Later I came to knew that after receiving the letter my granddaughter became very happy that she repeatedly kept asking the elder ones of the house to read the letter for her again and again.

But yet till date at the back of my mind I actually think the bad king was me and what she experienced in her dreams was just a mere reflection of my scolding that day..

I love you my baby.. I'm sorry for that day

Tree Whispers

Plants talk.. I swear plant can talk..

Not only the plant itself, also the leaves and flowers do talk. It only takes one to be attentive and a good listener to hear their magical whispers.

They whisper and they talk with each other in gentle murmuring. They have their own language that a good listener can translate..

A giant Spanish Cherry Tree

I first listened whispering of flowers during my elementary school age when I had an obsession of flower collection. I loved to stay with the nature. Everyday on my way back to home from school I used to visit a tree... ..a big tree ..namely "Bokul tree". In  English people would call it "Spanish Cherry" bearing the scientific name Mimusops elongi. It was a big canopy tree.. like a monster. Actually under the tree the body of a pious man was laid in great tranquility and peace, under its cool solemn shadow.

Spanish Cherry Flower

In those early days of my life I was
chased by obsession.. I used to collect  those cherry flowers, keep them on the table or place them in between the pages of my school text books. I heard the whispering of flowers under this tree for the first time. While collecting the flowers they called me "Hey.. come.. we are here". Then another call I could hear "I am behind you.." and another low voice..  "Please, do not forget me, I'm just near your step".

I had a friendship with them. You may ask about the voice. I promise it is neither the voice of a man nor a woman, that of neither a boy nor a little girl. It was something soft, clear, soothing but loud enough to unmistakably pickup.

Through out my life I had these types of conversations with plants, trees, vines and even grasses! So many times they spoken with me, and there are so many memories I have! But least I want to elaborate to let you loose your patience..

You just take a walk to the trees with an open heart and try listen to the plants whisper! ..I'm sure with the perfect love for nature you also would..