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The banyan tree

When he came back, everything was different,.....in a good kind of way. Tall buildings have risen above the ground , wide roads , big shopping malls, everything a modern city needs. People are flocking from all parts of the country. He felt good......Proud. But he can feel a hollowness amidst all these. That calmness and peacefulness he felt when he was a kid, is no more. Now all he felt is a kind of restlessness. All his friends were at jobs at different places. He felt like he is coming for the first time here. He feared that he has lost that connection with his home. He looked up to the sky.

Sun was beaming down from the sky and the air was hot. Both of them were walking around the town like it’s just another daily morning walk. The centre of the town is literally circle, built around an old temple, with acres of ground around it. The main road, circle around this ground and temple like a thick outline. They were walking through that vast ground. People were sitting, there were elephants roaming with their mahouts. Some were tied to the big banyan trees. They decided to sit in the shadows of a big banyan tree. 

He asked his friend, “shall we be able to sit like this again ?, I am going to miss this.”
His friend replied, “Me too, but I think, this place will bring us back here again. Our souls are linked to it.”
A cool gust of wind brushed over their hair, tousling it.

“It’s time, son. The ride is here”, his mother said. 
He snapped out of the thought. A big smile crossed his face. 
“Yes, mom, I m ready. “

He is ready to move on in his life. But he is sure now that the destination would be the same place where he has started, under the shadows of that banyan tree. He can see that his life is like the long road at the centre of town around the temple. 

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