The Apple Tree

I am an Apple tree...

I dont remember how I have started my life... But vividly remember the days when I was a little plant...I am on a road side... I dont belong to anybody...I am an orphan..


I remember the hot sunny days... My early leaves dried without any care... Literally begged every passer by for the water... I was so thirsty... I still remember the struggle I made in the winters not to wither... This struggle taught me to suck up the moist from the snow in the hard way!!... I have learnt to use only two of my roots out of five to stay strong...terrible cold breeze... bent the head against... Oh! that was painful on my tender stem... But, fine..by bending I have not broken my back.. Ugly fight for the sustenance...

I have seen my brother apple plants in the neighboring house yards...They are pretty... Plants of my age are very strong... Gleaming green leaves they wear!! They dont wither..They never bend... Their masters give them water, food.. Cool, green shades are provided on sunny days... The strong brick walls are protecting them from the breeze... God!! What I have done!!! How long can I survive like this!!!

That day I remember ... there were mad dogs...running towards me...I got so scared...about to be trampled underneath them...a good Samaritan was coming along the road... He saw me.. took pity on me... He gave me water and arranged a stone wall around me... everyday he came to me and took care care of me till I was self sufficient...


I knew I am indebted to this new father of me... but at the same time, I knew I dont belong to anybody and alone... I have concentrated on myself and took care to grow up to be a healthy apple tree... Now, everyone like me.. I happily give my fruits to all and especially to the hungry children.. I like them when they come and play with my leaves and climb on to my branches... No more the cold breeze threatens me!!... Now my leaves play violin tunes while nodding their heads to the breeze...


Oh! What is there? Who is that?? a small little one... I called out... It just turned its head away... I know the look of the leaves... it is hungry... I recognise the struggle those bare little roots making to suck the water in a big way!!! Bending too low to avoid getting trampled by the dogs or the severe wind... Making bold efforts not to wither in the winter cold... Oh!! Little one!! I know your survival techniques , though you pretend to have a big mouth!! You are covering your shiver under the naughty rustling of the leaves...



No dear!! this is a big fight for you... I will protect you... I will give you shade... I will bend my branches and wall you against the ruffians... you dont need to age before your time..You have every right to be a small, young and healthier one!!! You are my 'Khushi'.

Truly heart rending symbolic story! Kudos Mudraji. Will need read it again prior to commenting any further...

Mudra, now a Khushi fan??? 😆 Like Mallu??? 😆 I think KPji would like your explanation for Khushi. 😉

Good one. Khushi is a free bird. 😉

very nice mudraji...very well written..

Very well written, Mudra...the analogy is admirable...

Ashutosh's perspective is completely understandable. ...Like recognizes like...it is as simple as that...I, for one, have never had any problems with his feelings for Khushi...she is his weak spot for she is a reflection of himself...

Moving on to Khushi, while I agree that excessive and overly mature talk is a defense mechanism, a child who has lived out on the streets will also have sharply developed survival skills...she will not deliberately bait at every opportunity...she knows her survival and well-being depends on these people...children are far more smart than we give them credit for...I would still say the the writing of the child's character is flawed...simply because she is being used as a mouth-piece to voice ideologies...a street kid or an abandoned kid is still a kid at the end of the day...you can sense their vulnerability within minutes of interacting with them...the facade is not as thick as they imagine...

when she asked for her stomach to be resized, the words had tremendous impact because a harsh truth of life was couched in a child's words...that was the last time I saw that genius as far as the child goes! Ever since, she has been turned into a propaganda piece!

Sorry if I have gone beyond your writing. But since, this is an analogy, I thought it would be fitting to talk of what inspired it in the first -place!

Very nice one- 😊- superb comparison

Very good symbolic writing Mudraji...

Beautiful Mudra

Beautifully written about Ashu-Khushi bond.. good one

Very nice symbolic post Mudra 👏Fully agree with each & every word.Though I empathize with Ashu & Khushi but after a point if the same thing is shown again & again it becomes monotonous.I just want the story to move forward.