It's a story of a village. THE VILLAGE OF PLANTS. For many years, there has been a havoc created by beasts with superior powers. These beasts occupy the highest position in most food chain and we call them - HUMANS.
Every year, during the time of spring, whole village is adorned by the colourful exuberance of young flowers. When the village is grooving in merriment on beats of vivid hues, When the young flowers are radiating zeal in the form of fragrance in the village, When their presence has made the whole village look joyous and full of life, It's when these ROBBERS come and loot the plants and take away all the young children, separating them from their mother plants. In the attempt to save their kids, the mother plants even tried cursing them, fought by piercing a thorn or two into the beast's skin. But all their efforts went into the vain as they can't go far away from their home where other saplings are sleeping in the cot of earth. Earth to which the whole village is anchored.
The village has been robbed-off from the vigour, the enthusiasm, the exuberance and now it looks so lethargic, monotonous and devoid of hues of those young flowers.
It happens every year. Every year many mother plants would give birth to buds, Nourish them with lots of love and care. These little buds grow up to be lovely and lively young flowers . And at that time, the robbers would come and snatch the kids from their mother's lap. You can never know her grief, her pain.
A mother came forward, sobbing and wiping off her tears she said, "I don't know what was my child's fault. Why and where was he taken away from me? I need to know the answer." A flower, who isn't that much pretty (and that's why fortunate too), replied, "All our brothers and sisters are taken away and are sold in some place they call MARKET. No one has ever returned from there. People give a paper on which something special is printed. A paper which is also made from parts of our family members. And in return they take away the young flowers, put them in their shelves and when they've sucked all the fragrance from them, throw them away and our flowers lie lifelessly somewhere in the concrete jungle."
A small bud, who has just lost his elder brother, asked, "Am I gonna go to the same place? Am I going to meet my brother soon?"
An old plant, who is at the verge of senescence, proclaimed in his old-grumpy voice, "All your young kids are going to meet the same end. It is all plotted. This garden, we, everything has been planned by the vicious beast just to serve his purpose."
After few moments of dreadful silence a mother exclaimed with sorrow, "So, there's nothing we can do!!???" Then out of the crowd a cracking voice of a flower, who is in his late teens said, "There's an idea. What if we declare FOREVER AUTUMN?" After hearing the whispers and murmurs the teenager said, "If you all are worrying about us, then please don't. We have to give our lives anyway. So, it's better to give it for a noble cause of saving the lives of our future families." Everyone was looking at him proudly and with a stone on their chest, the decision was made. All plants started wilting their leaves. The teens sacrificed their lives like soldiers do for their country. The garden now looks dull with no leaves on the plants. The fallen leaves have created a hiding tent for the tiny saplings to make them unnoticeable. The robbers came and was astonished to find the plants bare. Not even a single leaf on it. They visited the garden for few more times but when they realised that the leaves are not gonna come back, they did what they are good at - abandoned the garden and moved somewhere else.
The idea of that young kid became successful. It's the time when small twigs reappeared on the branches and with a hope to live longer this time. Once again, the mother plant gave birth to beautiful buds and once again there were vivid hues all over the garden. Once again they started dancing on the beats of the radiant colours. But this time there's something different. Now the garden is surrounded by long trees and a forest grew around it with some equally ferocious beast safeguarding the garden from HUMANS. Harbouring it from their intervention. Now the flowers will remain attached to their home. To the mother plant