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Auto Biography of a Tree

  • Date Submitted: 11/11/2015 09:03 PM
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Life of a river ain't easy , specially when you start from an glacier which refuses to stop melting. Ganges here , river ganges . . . I figure you might have heard of me something or the others. And yes , i am openly entived by all my other river-sisters. They're pretty jealous actually, thinking of me as perennial, and never ending and all that rubbish. Well let's get something straight like a strait like a strait, life as a river ain't easy.
I'm old, let me tell you that. So old that i forgot when i began , and I don't forgot . I remember when the president took a nice cruise over me in 2009. I can't tell that it was 29th August. Well enough of that, now where were we? Yeah, i'm old. I began when several glacier started melting. I had fresh water, and a faint smell of lilies were all there was to me. All along my banks, civilization began, trees grew, houses were built, families were made, and myths about me were told to one and all. I was worshipped by almost everyone. And that's when it got horrible. I began to get bathed in; they thought that by bathing in me, they'd get "pure" souls and "peaceful" courages to Heaven. All the good it did them, they could've just taken a bath with normal water. They were sacrificed with themselves, but I, I was left to accept murky, sweaty, disgusting human bodies dousing themselves in me, and ocationally, defecating in me. But still, no one cared, and they only got more envious. They thought I was lucky that I got all the attention and said they'd trade places with me ANY day. Yeah, like i wouldn"t kill for that.
Eventually, I had several marine animals and plants wishing to reside in my waters. And I didn't mind it much. I would love to have some sort of company in my waters. They came another phase; humans began to waash clothes and their cattle in me. I mean yeah, I could handel them , they were hardly ever that dirty, but really, clothes and animals? I was just awestruck. When people washed their clothes, so much dirt...


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