Old is gold

There was a mango tree at the back of the temple. 

In terms of taste, the fruit was terribly sour even after ripening, so he used to grind the mangoes while they were still raw to cook them. 

It was not seen that any of the uncles and aunts ever interfered. 

Soon after independence, Badruddin of this village cut the tree and made it into wood and sold it. 

However, according to his knowledge, the uncles did not sell to anyone while they were alive. 

At that time, no one protested about the cutting of trees. 

However, Badruddin is not alive today. 

Or at least once he would ask him by what right he had cut the tree. 

They say Hindu? 

During the war, did he get the right to cut down the tree as enemy property by fleeing to India, or was there any other purpose behind it? 

On the one hand, it is better not to have the tree. 

Vibhuti Saha thought with a sigh as she stared at the empty space.

Two days before the day Jabbar Munshi and his companions set fire to the house during the war, the man had proposed to convert the younger PC into a Muslim and marry her. 

None of the parents or uncles could do it because he and his team have close ties with the Paki military. 

He was forced to agree to their proposal. 

But PC could not bear that insult. 

On that night, the impending death was released by hanging from that mango tree