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Revathi’s grief knew no bounds. She went around asking every one of her neighbours but no one had been anywhere near the pot of plants. She could not lodge a complaint for a pot of plants. She felt as though everything was lost, she did not mind getting the prize or not but she really missed her plants. She had grown very fond of them. They were her friends who enjoyed her music.
That evening all the friends were going to the prize distribution ceremony. She did not want to attend. But her friends forced her to. After reaching the place, she went to the benches where the potted plants were displayed. Revathi was shocked. There was her pot of plants on a bench, with the name of a distant neighbour of hers as the competitor written on a small piece of cardboard and placed in the soil. She knew it was her pot of plant. She went to the organizers of the show and told them about it.
The organizers were not convinced. They said, “How can you prove that the plants are yours? The lady who submitted them is a regular participant. How can we doubt her?”
Revathi wondered how to convince them. She sat there for a few minutes looking at the plants. The sight of the plants bending towards her while she played her violin flashed across her mind. She told the organizers that she could prove the plants were hers and ran home. When she returned a few minutes later with her violin, they started laughing.
But their ridicule did not deter her from her mission. She told them, “I know my plants and I share a secret with them. My plants are music – lovers like me and you could see how they respond when I play to ​

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