But in last years, they are dependant.
They have to shift if their son and children want to shift to a different city or place.
The trees born and die at same place.
But, we all human beings have different stories.
One such story is about a Movie Script Writer.
Many years ago, in Rajkot, in Gujarat, there lived a boy who used to serve tea to customers.
The tea stall was under a tea.
In spare time, when there were no customers, he used to read good books while sitting at this tea stall under the tree.
Later, he became, script writer for movies.
He moved to Mumbai. Lived a luxurious life. He was script writer for many top Gujarati films.
Then old age came.
The luxury of life looked meaningless. The glamour of Mumbai city looked meaning less.
He remembered the old dear Tree under which there was a tea stall and where he spend his early days.
He remembered how he used to serve tea to customers.
He remembered how he use to read good books under the tree when there were no customers.
He shifted from Mumbai, back to Rajkot, to pass last years of his life.
He bought a house near that tree. Daily for his morning walk, he goes near that tree. Sits there for few minutes. And then walks back to home.
Moral of this story.
Memories of early childhood remain with most of us all through out our life.
In later years of life, a desire comes to live at the place where we may have spent our early childhood.
Haresh Raichura
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