How come I harbour a sapling, that too one with a muslin tag, Well wondered.
Peepal it is, said the wind for wind has known what peepal play like as a kid.
Well felt a sudden strange emotion; thirst.
(Well, how is that possible ?)
I’ve never had a moss grow on me till date, I’ve been all alone; empty.
Meanwhile the unquenched fire of despair raged,i t burnt the muslin and the peepal. The soft smell with gray smoke suffocated the well walls until the Cloud stopped by.
Every Time she’s reborn, she stopped by the well for she felt a strange emotion overpower her then, moreover a realization; sonder.