The Whispering Tree🔊

In a land far away, lying on its fringes, an ancient village called Thulundi existed. Known throughout the region for an unusual myth, villagers believed in a mythical tree they dubiously named 'The Whispering Tree'. The murmur of the old legends claimed it possessed sentient abilities; a tree that carried the wisdom of eternity and would whisper secrets into the ears of those who are chosen ones. These chosen ones were to lead the village thereafter. Interesting the tale was, yet none outside the confines of Thulundi took it seriously.

Amid the village folk, a young boy named Ravi stood out. Over the years, he had transformed into an enigmatic youth, loved by all but understood by none. Words of wisdom unusual for his age, people often endearingly remarked, 'Ravi must indeed be the chosen one.' Perhaps it was his destiny to hear from The Whispering Tree.

On his fifteenth birthday, a predestined ritual in Thulundi, Ravi was taken to the Whispering Tree. As he approached the enormous entity, a shiver whisked through his spine. The tree stood tall and mighty, whispering an unspoken dialogue between nature and humanity. Ravi leaned and pressed his ears against the coarse bark. As the hours ticked away, the village held its breath, but no whisper came.

For a moment, disappointment clouded the air. Yet, Ravi walked back, a smile playing on his lips. 'Only silence, but it's the most profound conversation I've had,' he remarked. The villagers stood puzzled but kept faith in their tradition and the chosen one's wisdom.

Years rolled on, and under Ravi's guidance, the village flourished. His decisions seemed prophetic, his wisdom infinite. Yet, whenever asked about the tree's whisper, he maintained, 'The Whisper spoke silence.'

Suddenly, a plague fell upon Thulundi. The blight began consuming the village's happiness, taking away many lives. Amidst the turmoil, accusations flew. They pointed at Ravi's false prophecy; they questioned the Whispering Tree; they rebelled against their traditions. Yet, Ravi stood calm, ‘The Whisper will guide.'

Returning to the now dwindling Whispering Tree, Ravi listened again for hours. Upon his return, he made strange demands. Building reservoirs and conserving granaries, importing extracts of a particular plant, or creating solitude corners in each house.

Lost and desperate in their plight, the villagers obeyed. Within a few weeks, rainfall miraculously swept the town, the imported plant extract acted as the cure, food was surplus due to stocked grains, and troubled minds found peace in solitude. The village rose like a phoenix, reclaiming its previous glory.

As peace restored, questions lingered about Ravi's wisdom. Had the tree whispered, or was it Ravi's foresight? In a congregation, Ravi finally revealed, 'The tree never whispered words. It whispered silence. In that silence, I learned to observe, think and foresee. Silence was the whisper, the wisdom.'

In awe, the villagers deemed silence as the greatest whisperer, propelling Ravi into a living legend. The wisdom of the Whispering Tree and the insight of the Chosen One continued enriching Thulundi for years to come. And the legend carried on, teaching the world about wisdom in silence.