an autobiography of a tree

My birth and care of Radha

Mangoes are known as king of fruits and the fruits are the best seller among world. Oh, let me introduce to you. I am an Indian mango tree who fulfilled the taste buds of many people with my fruits. My life story is really astonishing as I never anticipated that my happy life would end up so brutally. I was born from a mango seed and all the thankfulness for my birth goes to Radha and the almighty. Radha, by the way is my best friend and in other word owner. She love mangoes and once after eating a mango she threw the seed to soil. Knowingly or unknowingly she made me originate. After survival from bad climate and many other problems I sprout out of the soil one day. The new world was surprising and fearful for me. From that day, Radha took care of me. She was always careful about my matters. She created a pebble surrounding around me and made me her own friend. Radha always cared to give me enough food and she never left out one day without a visit near me. If I am correct, she left me only once when I was two years old. She was hospitalized and she couldn't look after me that days. She felt very sorry for the same and extra water was given to me. I missed her a lot and that day onwards she never left me alone. After her school time she would come near me and nurse me with her tiny hands. It was her affection ad love that helped me to grow. I am thankful to Radha and I showed this gratitude by giving her sweet mangoes in my youth.
Sweet memories of youth

After Radha's Tenth standard studies, I entered my youth. I grew higher than Radha, Green leaves and tender flower buds showed their faces and that was a period of change. Radha and all others loved me a lot. In that place, I was the only mango tree and all were waiting for my fruits. Soon, during the vacation time I reached the target. I thanked my Radha with the sweetest fruits. Radha was the first one to receive my mango. The mangoes were sweet and of high taste.