Question

conclusion of autobiography of An Old Banyan Tree?​

Answer 1

Answer:

I am an old Banyan tree and I am writing my autobiography. I was born on 26th January, 1814. Actually people fail to imagine the age of a Banyan tree like me because they generally fail to calculate it as they lack knowledge.

People say that only great men can think of writing autobiographic. If goodness is also greatness, I can, without pretension, justly write the story of my own life.

First a tree cannot be sure of anything about its birth. I was born of one of those seeds I remained cold and low throughout winter and one fine morning, in spring. I opened my eyes and smiled upon the sun. Gradually, I grew into a plant a young plant to sustain life upon earth in a fully fledged manner and contributing whatever I can for the society and the environment.

I have gathered varied experience in my long life. On a fine summer day, I felt a little puzzled when I saw myself being worshipped by some village women; but I do not know what holiness they found in me.

Generations of monkeys, countless generations of birds have lived upon my branches. People, birds and other animals are still with me, fairs and meals are still held and I may have another hundred years’ life unless I am struck by a deadly thunder or uprooted by the violent storms or cut by man.