My bed-side tree..

I had a very preety tree right outside my window. It was a tall, sturdy drumsticks tree... if thats what you call it...

It was a perching harbour for many birds... a hangar for all the unwanted rags... cool shade for some... but for me it was something more special... apart from giving me the privacy from the outside world... it was the one who was always there whenever i was there.... 

all those happy moments.. all those sad ones... the ones where i saw d moon through it... the rains... 

They cut it down a few months ago... it was old and weak... it felt bad...