When I was 10 years, i made my close friend to edible wild berries ( Aaiselu in Nepali) which was grown upper hill from my house. Therefore, being good fried with it, I always went to there and provided water in root. And gave food to it. Before going to school and after school, I always met to Aaiselu. I didnot know why I loved it very very much. I offered it every things to it. During cold season, I provided it cloth of mine for saving from cold.
When my mother and relatives scolded me then I went near with it, wept and shared all things to it. Therefore, it was my very very good friend. I loved it very much.
One day when I came back from school. There was road constructed and where all trees were destructed. I went to near my Aaiselu, but all were destructed and that cruel men destructed all my dream of my friend. All were pulled out and, I could not meet my friend.
Then, I wept very much to see my friend's destruction. Road was constructed but I became so so depress to destruction of my friend. I looked all area but they had already pulled out so I could not find my friend. Then I wept wept very much. That cruel men were joking me, joking me. Therefore, I throw stone in their head. Why they destructed my friends and all trees, herbs and trees.
About one year I wept every day and every night to miss my dear friend. Still when I remembered my friend Aaiselu, my tears come from my two eyes.