Well, though the title of the story signifies something very glossy and green, but in real it's not so. Life under the tree is my present address(temporary). No...NO...don't get jerked down, don't feel jolted....what I mean to say is, underneath the tree is my shelter from 9.00 am to 10: 30 am.( which will linger to 11.15 a.m later). Didn't understood still? Oh my good readers nowadays I go along with my son in school in a pool car and pass my idle time under the tree in road-side. Must be wondering about my life-style. Please don't this is the story of most of the mothers in big-shot, hi-fi schools , irrespective of classes , who doesn't have any other option other than to spent time in roadside , convenient location, till the class gets terminated.
Often while I chat and talk with other mothers, I question myself that what am I doing? I know I am not the only one in the cluster but still the thought haunts me. I could have stay at home and finished one more chapter of my English Text Book but no I have spent the hard earned time under the tree chatting with my fellow mates. The people with whom I am acquainted with the similar minded but I witness lots of people, weared attittudes, luxury of words of these people and what not. I concluded, this is also an welcoming experience and taking out the rheumy part out of it I should make a point to learn something . And Till date what I learned is to keep my-ownself grounded in my principles and ethics and welcome all gossips with a smile then forget it in a moment without ever daring to concentrate on them. My husband terms those infectious so BEAWARE.
