A story of the heart

Once upon a time, there was a man named Ramu. He lived in a small little house, did not have any riches but was happy with what he had. His only prized possession was his dear plant. It was a plant that gave such lovely flowers. Ramu took great care of this plant. He would water it everyday, gave it ample sunlight, trimmed and pruned it and even sang to it. But this plant was very hard to please. It flowered only when it felt like it.

Sometimes, Ramu would wait for a week for it to flower and yet sometimes it gave flowers everyday.
Ramu used to ask the plant in his songs to tell him what used to worry it so much. Then one day, the plant spoke. "Ramu, I don't like the clothes you wear. I don't want to flower." Ramu went and bought himself two new pairs of clothes in spite of not having any extra money. The plant flowered everyday then for weeks together.

After a month or so, it stopped flowering again. Ramu questioned the plant. The plant replied, "Ramu, I don't like your hair. I will not flower." Ramu immediately went and cut off all his hair. The plant flowered yet again. But after some days, it stopped flowering. On asking the reason, it answered, "Ramu, I don't like your heart."

Ramu was left dumbfound. He felt so hurt inside. After so much love and care given by him to the plant, he didn't expect this. How could he change his heart? His heart was his identity. His heart was what he was born with. And his heart was filled with love for the plant. How could he ever change that for anything in the world?

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