It was a serene village. There were many kinds of farms and fields surrounding it. A villager grew an orchid with many fruit trees There was an apple tree in the centre of the orchid.
The villager had a son called Bablu. Bablu used to play around the apple tree. In due course of time, the apple tree developed affection towards Bablu, If Bablu could not come to see the tree, it became so sad. One day, Bablu was very sad. "Come, play with me," asked the apple tree. "Oh! I am so sad, I am in no need to play with you," replied Bablu. "Tell me the reason.
I shall help you," encouraged the apple tree. "I need some toys to play with, but, I don't have money to buy," said Bablu. Without hesitation, the apple tree replied, "Collect some fruits and sell them in the market. You shall get money to buy toys," replied the apple tree with a smile.
Bablu collected some fruits and left off happily. Years passed by. Bablu grew into a fine young man. The apple tree was still waiting for his friend to play with it. Bablu came sadly to the apple tree. "Tell me the reason for your sorrow, my friend," asked the apple tree. "I need to build a house. I don't have money to buy wood," replied Bablu. "No problem, you can cut as many of my branches and make wood for your house," the apple tree said with happiness that it could help its friend.
Bablu had grown into an adult. Still, there was some sadness on his face as he came to the apple tree. "Tell me, my friend, what makes you sad now?" asked the apple tree. "I have developed my business. Now I need a boat to send my supplies to far off places," said Bablu. "No problem, my boy. You can cut my trunk and make a boat out of it," answered the apple tree with happiness. Bablu was also happy that he got wood for his boat. After many years, Bablu had become an old man.
His strength and vigour had gone. With a shivering leg, he came to the apple tree. He was tired. The apple tree asked with concern, "My boy, I don't have fruits. Nor do I have branches and trunk to help you. All that is left out are my roots and stump. You can take them if they would be of some help." Bablu replied, "I am tired of life. All I want is some peace of mind. I need a place to rest." "Come, lie on my root. You shall get peace," embraced the apple tree. Bablu lied down on the roots of the apple tree and had a nice and peaceful rest. He thought to himself, "You are the best friend I had in my life, apple tree.
Moral: TRUE HAPPINESS IS IN HELPING !!!
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