The sun becomes very tired after working all day long. Now he is ascending slowly as it’s time to leave. At noon the sun gets angry without any reason. The trees feel very upset but they can’t say anything at that time. However, they feel good with the sunshine of the morning and the weak sun of the afternoon.

One day the sun has become so hot that it seems as if he wants to burn all the trees. The trees begin to cry for shade and request the sun to calm down. But the sound of trees can’t touch anybody. The air starts to laugh on those poor trees.There is another participant who is very jealous and moody. His name is Cloud. The cloud is flying as if his beloved is betraying him and eloping with others. He also denies the urge of the trees and refuses to pour a drop of water upon them. Everyone is busy to complain about each other.

Only a little Forget-Me-Not blooms happily under the shrub. She is not screaming for anything. She has no idea that she is going to die after a while. She is dancing with the rude air and healing her head with the soft sad melody of crying trees.

The bird’s heart is very soft and they can grasp the grief of trees but feel sorry as they can’t do anything. They check whether the clouds have made some time to give a bath to those thirsty trees.

There is a bucket full of water. The water is also shivering to pour over those crying poor creatures. But they are also helpless as they can’t move. Suddenly some busy wild dust arrived with the breeze and have rest on the leaves of the dying trees. The oldest leader, the grand aunt of the dust sits on the upper leaf of the tallest tree. Her arian have to make a long discussion with the branches of the trees. The dust made a dense relationship with the leaves and twigs.

Before meeting the leaves the dust doesn’t know how to cry, how to love, and how to help the little birds and plants. they only know how to order and how to get everything done accordingly. they want to wet and stay with those trees forever. So they promise the trees to make clouds pour. The dust requests their old aunt to stop here and to order the cloud to come downward.

The clouds can guess the plan of the dust. His beloved twilight is leaving him and dying after the sun. The sky color is merged with the dark shadow of the evening. The cloud is in rush to stop twilight. But evading the cloud the light slowly moved further away. He roared, shouted but the Twilight never looks back. Twilight’s departure makes the cloud so angry that he started sobbing out of rage.

His forehead swayed in the vast infinity of the sky like an unavailing lover. Tears began to flow from his eyes. At that time he observes the friendship of the dust and the leaves and his mind becomes erupted with violence. The clouds begin to roar louder and started to pour all of his tears from his heart.

The clouds rained so much that the dust fell from the leaves. The trees needed a little water to quench their thirst all day but still, they did not want so much. In so much rain the trees could not stand firmly in their place. They try their best to keep the dust off the leaves. They beg the cloud to calm down, they ask the wind to make the clouds stop and not to stir him anymore. But no-one pays heed to the urge of the trees. The dust could no longer stick to the trees in between the aggressiveness of wind and the cloud and fell in front of the small Forget-Me-Not.

The dust can no more hear the songs of the trees. They are sad but become surprised to see the smiling Forget-Me-Not. The dust wants to touch them but failed. To console the pain of losing friendship the dust mind to share their pain with the little flower. But the intense rage of the clouds interrupted there as well. His wrath never spears the dust to stay beside those flowers also. The cloud started to pour in such a way that the dust washed away from everywhere. Now the dust is flown away to a new journey with the water. Its nature is to go with the flow and make a bond with whoever comes close to it. It can’t break its rule to stay with anyone forever.

The creditor who is bound to leave blames he is not allowed to stay. On the other hand, the static one holds the idea that “why didn’t he hold the hand a bit harder!” And the Great one is watching everything from far behind and play with the minds of innocents with ultimate power. In the midst of all the unrest, separation, violence, and disaster, the Forget-Me-Not is smiling always.

A huge gathering of shiully flowers are scattered in front of the royal doors of the Landlord Sree Pratap Narayan’s House. A silk Cotton (simul) tree is standing shamelessly quite opposite to the grand gate of the house. It is flattering its head as if it wants to say something. It makes a significant wink in this house. Nobody ever tries to feel the hidden hints of Its mind. Why is he so anxious? Does it know the quest of the hidden treasure of the king! But its screaming never reaches anyone. If it really knows everything, why does it remain silent on that day!

How could the tree say? What else is left to say? The tree is the only silent audience of everything. Its Lord gives it only the right of growing, nothing else. This is the old aesthetic house where the festival is held all year round. The prayer room of the Lord’s wife (Ginnima), where she used to present offerings towards God, becomes the safest living place for the birds and animals nowadays.

Many years ago, the simul tree was growing without any disturbance under the preference of the landlord. Ginnima ordered to cut down the tree many times but, the lord never paid heed to her words. The shad under the tree was very dear to Kortababu.

Sree Pratap Narayan was a benevolent lord who loved and helped his subjects as much as he could. The subjects were also very devoted to him. If a person couldn’t earn sufficient to eat, the Lord made his problem solve by giving food and money. At a time it seemed that charity became the only aim and passion of the Lord’s house.

Some years ago, the house was flourishing with wealth and festivals. The Lord’s only son named Prodipto Narayan became a highly knowledgeable person and returned to his land after five years from abroad. What a happy moment that was for his mother! She started charity as if she was the owner of the whole world. But she remained indifferent about the financial condition of the lordship. She opened the royal cell of finance out of pleasure and gave everybody as much as possible. The subjects were also praising their Gunnima. The pleasure of both the Lord and the subjects knew no bound. But their fortune didn’t last long. Fate always plays a very significant role in human life.

One day, every action collapsed suddenly. Time played a very trick with the lord Pratap Narayan. Ginnima trusted her son blindly. Prodipto wished his mother that he wanted to do something for the poor villager. As the father always thought that his son is still immature, Prodipto didn’t say anything to his father. He begged money from his mother and he took all the ornaments and money from the royal chest of house. In the very early morning, he started for the town with that money and ornaments. Everything was going on normally.

In the evening though the mother started her daily puja (worshiping), her mind became unrest. She felt that something inauspicious is going to happen. She couldn’t ask her prayer wholeheartedly that evening. After a while, the villager brought a corpse into the yard of the house. The dead body didn’t come alone. It brought the life long-sufferings to the family. Some creditors also appeared with the Corpse and they had lots of demands.

They started to explain, “It is an accident. Podipto is passing the road in an imbalanced way as he was drunk. He has done many criminal offenses and has flown away from the jail before a few months ago”. The creditors now claimed for their money with interest that Prodipto had borrowed from them. Now all the responsibilities had gone to the father. The mother became silent forever with a massive heart attack. Pratap Narayan came home after finishing the funeral.

Standing beneath that simul tree he had heard the crying and screaming of his subjects. At first, he didn’t understand anything. He thought that the great pain which covered his mind, nothing would be flown over that. He couldn’t imagine even that some more painful scene was waiting for him to make him empty. But, this time he remained steady and thought now there was nothing in this world which hold that much power to break him from inside. But it was the previous moment of the great storm.

Years after years the shari that Ginnima preserved fresh and new carefully for her daily prayer, became strangle in her neck now. The last faith in Kortababu’s life became to fade. But he never turned back from his responsibilities. After some days the creditors came again with another news. They brought a legal notice of Auction of the house to the landlord. On that day the Landlord was the only victim of all sorts of misfortune and the only witness was the simul tree.

The Auction started in the morning and the price of the house was determined . Every creditor became satisfied. The creditors sold only an old broken house. But the Landlord had lost Ginnima’s puja(worshiping), subjects had lost their freedom, happiness, pleasure. Every smile of the territory had been sold on the auction. Only the tree was rescued. It didn’t need to leave its place. After that day, nobody saw their lord again. There was none to save Pratap Narayan from the ultimate abasement. Like the day of the auction, the tree is standing here shamelessly still today, sighing for it’s Lord and his house.