That tiny leaf (my first short story)

That tiny dried leaf was about to fall from the edge of the bud of that huge Banyan tree. Holding the color of dreadful night and fixing up the paleness of its inner self, that tiny dried leaf tried hard to look around it, like if it wanted to see the world for the last time , a world where everything was normal just like another day, may be the day was just another normal one but surely not for that leaf, perhaps it might prove to be the last day for it to feel the breeze , which was never felt like this before... the touch of that breeze may not be able to make it swing like it used to do but it does make the leaf go through a flashback, where it was young and enthusiastic. It started recalling its days when it was newly born, so tiny, soft and viridescent . 

As soon as it gathered all its senses it found every other leaf cheering the life, singing with the birds, dancing with the wind, drenching in the rain and shining in the sun.. every weather was a new experience.. a new life in itself... 

Time passed, it grew up with a fast pace.. now it has emerged as an adorably flexible and responsible leaf.. it has now occupied with the life generating process of photosynthesis.. now it can see new lives coming out from the buds and making the Banyan tree more grand and magnificent.. 

What to say about that Banyan tree...!! Banyan tree was indeed its mother earth... From where it took birth and now going to leave it to allow any other one to incarnate and go through the divine feeling of being living.. 

While remembering all this it never happened to recall anything about it's interaction with any weak, fragile and old leaf... might be it never bothered the young leaf... like today no one bothered about it being intact with the tree or to leave to get dissolved in another planet ..

With a deep aggrieved and cold sigh , the reason of being devastated was crystal clear.. it is perhaps a long, old and practiced way of living where the things are learnt with time but this is the thing that one realises when it is running out of time... and nothing could be done to fix it..

Now, all the memories were becoming fade and blurred enough to burry it in the past .. suddenly, a strong wind , which is also in her     

dauntless phase , danced like a winner, setting that feeble, discontent leaf free from the worldly affairs to cherish its amalgamation with the soil that once generated life for it...