Contest Alert ⚠️ 1 Picture 1 Story Week #91
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Assalamu Alaikum steemian friends. Hope you all are well. By the grace of Allah I am also well. Today I'm back to participate in this One Picture And One Story Contest organized by this community ADMIN @suboohi. I will share the best one pictures and write story about the picture. So let's get started, stay with me.
In the last light of the afternoon, a crowd had gathered at a convention center in the city. People moved through various stalls, the air buzzing with the aroma of food and the laughter of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Amidst it all, in one quiet corner, stood two green healing trees—Thuja plants. From the photo, it seemed they weren't just part of the scene—they were silent witnesses. And yet, they too had a story.
These two plants had come from a nursery in the hills. A teenage boy named Rupom had nurtured them with his own hands. Every morning, he would water them, weed around them, and protect them from pests. With no father in the picture, Rupom's mother struggled to run the household with his sisters. Rupom dreamed that one day, his trees would find a home in someone's city apartment—where they would be cared for and loved. He believed that plants could understand human sorrow, and in return, offer love.
Today, he had his own stall at the city fair. But he felt shy about selling the plants in front of city people. So he quietly arranged the two trees in front of the stall and stood to the side, simply observing. People's movements, laughter, conversations—all seemed to gather in the folds of the trees' leaves.
A couple stopped in front of the trees. The woman gently touched a leaf and said, “This scent reminds me of my childhood!”
The man smiled and said, “Then let’s keep one on the balcony.”
Rupom stepped forward and told them the names of the plants—“Their names are Rupa and Rumi.”
Surprised, they asked, “Plants have names?”
Rupom lowered his head and smiled. “They’re named after my two sisters. I raised them with just as much care.”
The couple bought both plants. There were tears in Rupom's eyes, but a smile on his face.
The Thuja trees began a new life on a new balcony in the city. And Rupom returned to the hills—to plant new saplings once again.
So the green leaves in the photo are not merely plants—they are symbols of Rupom’s dreams, his quiet love, and the deep, soulful bond between humans and nature.
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