Wherever the trees, flowers, seeds and pulses are kept. What can be collected, the place has become memorable. That tree also has a story or memory. I have a story about the tree. Once I see it, I have to take it. The way you want the way the mind of the giver melts. Even today I was leaving with the second dose of Corona vaccine. Suddenly I saw a huge petal in the shade of magenta sweet color. Mirzapur College was the center of the field. Lageh. I did not delay to take the radio before my uncle's words.