Hearing the sound of heavy machinery, I looked out of the window dreading the sight.
The raised platform surrounding the tree was obliterated.It was once a place for children to play,womenfolk to pray to the deity whom they had consecrated there and menfolk to relax in the evenings.
The peepal tree which was the centre of all these activities and a home to innumerable birds now lay like a fallen soldier.Its strong branches which acted like a green canopy were nowhere to be seen.The once majestic tree was reduced to mere logs of wood.
What lay before me was pure devastation.Surely we paid a heavy price for development.
-The Chubby Little Girl.