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The tree was yet to see its first autumn. Full of spirit, it basked in the spring and rain. Life was good. In autumn, its leaves started falling, and the tree confused, started worrying and panicking. Finally, all were left were the bare branches. The tree, saddened, gave up all hope and waited for the fateful day, only to see green shoots reappear..Over time it realized, the leaves always fall only to grow again.

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Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

March 18, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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