(Image copyright: Madison Woods)
The banyan tree had been there in the temple courtyard ever since the time I could remember. It's said to be more than one hundred years old. It was beneath this tree that my grandmother used to sit and retell mythical stories for us children.
This was the place which gave shade and solace to millions of weary travelers.
But no one would dare enter this area after twilight. They say that the tree would come to life. Swaying its branches, shedding its leaves and calling out to anyone who would care to listen. To hear the stories that it has to tell.
This drabble is written for Friday Fictioneers- 27th June for the above photo prompt.
Eerie and interesting! Loved the picture of the banyan :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinodini! I'm not really sure whether it's a picture of the banyan tree, just assumed it for my story :)
DeleteBanyan trees always intrigue me...There is an unsaid mystery in them.
ReplyDeleteLove the post and the picture :)
Yes, there's something about banyan trees that draw me in too. Thanks love!
DeleteI wonder if anyone ever stopped by to listen !
ReplyDeleteI doubt if anyone would stop by after twilight! If they did, it would be another story ;)
DeleteGood story, interesting and well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan!
DeleteAh.. Goosebumps on my arm.. ;)
ReplyDeleteGlad I could give you those goosebumps ;) Thank you Anusree!
DeleteI am not joking we use to have a old banyan tree right in front of the house and this one reminded me .. it gave me a lot of sleepless nights .. it was spooky :)
ReplyDeleteBikram
We all have memories associated with banyan trees if we hail from India, I guess! Especially spooky ones :)
DeleteBanyan tree is one mighty tree. Maybe if someone could hear it... it might have so much of stories to tell...
ReplyDeleteVery true indeed. If only some one would listen...
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