๐ณ เคตो เคเคฎ เคा เคชेเคก़… เคो เค เคฌ เคธिเคฐ्เคซ เคฏाเคฆों เคฎें เคนैThat Mango Tree… Which Now Lives Only in Memories
๐ณ เคตो เคเคฎ เคा เคชेเคก़… เคो เค
เคฌ เคธिเคฐ्เคซ เคฏाเคฆों เคฎें เคนै ๐ณ That Mango Tree… Which Now Lives Only in Memories Once, there used to be a tall mango tree near our neighborhood. It was so high that its branches reached our balcony, as if it came to meet us itself. During summers, its greenery and the fragrance of mangoes made the whole atmosphere feel alive. ๐๐ Every morning began with the sweet chirping of birds sitting on that tree. I used to place some grains on the balcony daily, and within moments, tiny birds would gather there. That scene felt no less than a movie moment — peace, comfort, and a different kind of happiness. And then… came the monkeys ๐ Sometimes they would create chaos on the tree, swing from the branches, and look at us from the balcony as if they were smiling. Those playful moments now exist only in memories. Time changed… ๐๐ Slowly, that tree was cut down. In its place, tall buildings have now risen. The greenery is gone, the birdsongs are gone, and the playful...