PEEPING INTO THE FUTURE..

The old man sat at the mouth of the cave. In front of him sat a child. He was writing on the sand. He had been writing for sometime. A baby lay nearby There was a woman at a distance. She was cooking. She had been cooking with the burning rays of the sun.

It was hot all round. Here and there were shadows. Rocks and stones had cast these shadows. There were no trees or bushes or blades of grass to give shade.

The child stopped scribbling in the dust.  He looked  up at the old man."Tell me a story, grandfather. Tell me THAT story,"

he said 

"What story?" grandfather asked .

"The one about trees and .......green.

Remember?" 

"Ah! about trees. Yes , I remember ," said grandfather.

"Grandfather, why don't  I see trees?" the boy asked.

The old man was thoughtful. He had heard this question over and over again. But how could he explain?  Explain  something he did not know himself . And he had found no answer either. He had only heard about trees. They had heard tales about "trees". Those who had lived years ago only had known about them . They had seen "trees". but they had left none behind.