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  • It was a beautiful tree. Young, fast and wavy, just like all other trees which decorated the garden. But something about it drew me closer.

    I stood beneath the tree under the moonlight trying to figure out the reasons behind the fascination it aroused in me. Hours passed. I still could not generate a single meaningful word in my mind to describe its magnificence. I did consider the possibility that it was not magnificent. But yet, I lingered on as if caught in a trance.

    I don't know how long I sat there before the night was broken and the sun stood tall in the morning sky. Now, in the morning light, I saw what was fascinating about the tree - it had no roots.

    Fascination turned into wonder - how did it grow? Wonder turned into a puzzle. Puzzle began to look like a trick when no answers surfaced. And all tricks were false, this I knew. Yet, I failed to find falseness in the tree.

    I walked away. A few days passed by before I met a stranger who told me of a tree far away which had no roots! I laughed in disbelief. These idiots believe in anything these days...
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