The Tree…

The sun was sending its protective rays to the mortals of the planet Earth. Ashakiran (her name means ‘ray of light’ in the Indian language) was sitting outside her house. In particular, she was sitting on the wooden stairs of the main entrance. She took a look of the scenery. The intense, tropical foliage was eye-catching in the foot of the mountains of Himalaya, in-between the Indian and Nepalese borders and made the young woman happier.

The fresh drops of humidity were like tears… they were traveling from leave to leave like precious stones under the touch of the sun.
She closed her eyes. She tried to recall the dream she had last night, when the silver moon made a magical arrangement with the trembling stars over the velvet, blue tapestry of sky.

She was all alone in a field full of wild flowers. It looked identical with one of those she used to walk barefoot when she was very young. Back then, before the huge city took over most of the fields. She was walking while she was having her eyes shut. She was led by the wonderful perfume of the daisies and the exotic flowers that bowed before her beauty and her innocence. The colors were shining like valuable jewelry and were covering protectively all her senses. είχε πάνω της.
But she was directed towards a particular destination… Towards the Tree! The Tree was far away, but she knew that, for a strange reason, she had to go there. After many hours of walking, she arrived. It was an apple tree full of red apples. It was so huge that it would need ten men to hug it! It appeared to be there since the beginning of time… And the wonderful thing about it? It was full of children. She saw children that were dancing around the three, full of happiness. She looked down… The green fields were covered by the light of the sun. She entered the magical cycle. She wanted to help to start everything all over again. Without factories, buzzing cities, cars and dirt that was approaching her unprotected village.

She opened her eyes. She took her needlework, her golden strings, her tiny, colorful fabrics and she started to needle the Tree of her dream. This was the only thing she could do. This is what Ashakiran used. Her will power and her hands… She would have done whatever was necessary to save, even a tiny part of her land, of her world.