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The Peepal Tree

When my grandpa was still a boy, the  peepal  tree stood tall on the  chautara.  The three circular stoned steps leading to and surrounding it, was the resting place for the people of the village. The shadow it casted provided shelter from the scorching heat to the villagers and passers-by. The people returning to, and from the city rested to their hearts content on the  chautara.  The tired passers-by, who were often hungry when they arrived at the  chautara,  ate the lunch they carried in their backpack. The  peepal  tree, although stood alone on the mid-hill, was never actually alone. The people resting on its lap always provided it company and the  peepal  tree reciprocated the  favour . Even when no one was sitting with it, it was in the hearts of many who had had the chance of passing by. Fifty years later, the village has now turned into a  bazzar . The once six distant houses are now in t...