The Lonely Garden

This story narrates a lonely garden who first gets frustrated with its job and then misses the same job...

I have never been without children on my barks... And my stone benches have never been empty... The sand in my garden wants to breathe but no it always had young men jogging in it... I always wanted to have a rest from it... I always wished to have a break... But I hadn't... so I started to shed leaves ... Blow sand at high speed ... I created all obstacles...And suddenly one day, people stopped visiting me...

I was happy on the first day... and happier on the second day... By days moving I started missing my routine... I never see even a single kid playing on my roads... I missed the children quarreling... I missed the old couples in my stone bench... I missed the young man's workout... I started missing everything which I thought is a burden to me ...

Days went by, I became of no use to the people and they started using me as a place for graveyard ... Then I realised one thing .... A person who does his work with no interest always ends up with being a throne... whatever you do ... Do it with love...