Write a brief autobiography of the Mango tree in it's own voice (first person singular) create an interesting & touching story in about 100 words
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Autobiography of the Mango tree
Once upon a time and a long time ago a cuckoo found a reddish green mango. Attracted to it, it plucked the mango and flew off with it to gift it to his wife. His wife relished the mango as it was neither too sweet nor too ripe. After pecking into the mango it ate it and dropped the kernel on the muddy forest heath below. In came monsoon. The seed germinated and I was born.
I soon sprouted out and grew to be a healthy mango tree. By the next summer I began to bloom and soon I bore nice juicy mangoes. I was no ordinary mango tree. I was a ‘kaccha meetha’ mango tree. Birds flocked every day to enjoy my mangoes. Monkeys chattered along. Soon I grew into a lively guest house for birds and animals. I simply loved those times till some greedy men discovered me. They took all my mangoes and chopped my branches. Now I am just a bare bark bereft any activity. My happy life no longer exists. I live a lonely life.
Answer:
Autobiography of a Mango tree.
Explanation:
I am a tree and I produce mango. I was grown for my fruits. I give shade to people. Trees in my species are grown as a garden and it is rare to find a single tree alone. But they exist.
I am the national fruit of India and I have histories written in mythical literature. There are many stories on me.
People usually grow me for commercial purpose. Once, I stopped producing fruits, they will kill me any time.
They do not care about the past. They only care about the commercial benefits from me. It has been months since I stopped producing fruits. It might be my last speech as they are going to cut me don any time now.