Like there was a tree which was very small, one day it grew and many children played under it.

They climb on it, swing on it, jump on it and even hold it and shake it. Fruits started growing on it. Now many people started coming to it.

he didn’t feel lonely and was happy

Times changed, children grew up and went away, some people grew old, some died

The tree had also become old and the fruits on it had also reduced.

But that pen, living his life, sometimes kept waiting for those people to come again, but now why do they need the pen?

Time changes, time changes, similarly we also uselessly remember those who will never come and often wait for those who are busy in their own world.