Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Walking by the street I heard someone crying, I turned around to find a shrub crying.  I asked  what happened,  it replied saying - pollution hurts me a lot. Then it continued saying that this torture of pollution started very slow but now it has become very severe.  It makes me  cry every second of my life. Then in a very heavy and sad tone it started saying that it had already lost all its family members and friends. 
While it was saying about how it has suffered all these years, a truck crossed the street leaving behind a dense cloud of dark black smoke. The shrub started breathing very heavily and stopped talking to me. 
I was taken aback,  suddenly I came back to my senses only to realise that it was a dream.