So she left no leaf unturned.
Even if it meant that she'd have to tear off each leaf from the most beautiful tree in her garden.
It was not something done intentionally.
Yet each leaf that was torn off was torn off with an intention.
Who was to blame when the Gardener sat silent, watching all the tamasha.
He could have told her the truth.
He knew the leaf with the answer. Yet, what joy did He get seeing her will against her wish?
In silence He watched those pretty leaves weep with her. Did He love none of them?
"When the Gardener pretends to be blind, He wants you to learn," the wise Old Banyan Tree said.
If there was anything more she had to learn, could He be more kind?
Even if it meant that she'd have to tear off each leaf from the most beautiful tree in her garden.
It was not something done intentionally.
Yet each leaf that was torn off was torn off with an intention.
Who was to blame when the Gardener sat silent, watching all the tamasha.
He could have told her the truth.
He knew the leaf with the answer. Yet, what joy did He get seeing her will against her wish?
In silence He watched those pretty leaves weep with her. Did He love none of them?
"When the Gardener pretends to be blind, He wants you to learn," the wise Old Banyan Tree said.
If there was anything more she had to learn, could He be more kind?
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