It was not a deciduous but permanently denuded tree. Once, it used to be a dense growth to please wanderers and workers. Gradually, it withered and became a neglected thing like me. It haunted me and cruelly reminded me of my worthlessness.
That night, a sage appeared in my dream and uttered, “Words, words, words.” The next was a fateful day for me. I picked a lot many words and sowed them into the fallow soil of my solitude. Within a few months, a lush green crop of stories emerged to please thousands of wonderers. The tree stopped haunting me.
That night, a sage appeared in my dream and uttered, “Words, words, words.” The next was a fateful day for me. I picked a lot many words and sowed them into the fallow soil of my solitude. Within a few months, a lush green crop of stories emerged to please thousands of wonderers. The tree stopped haunting me.
