“So, this is it” whispered Jatayu.
The tree just smiled.
Jatayu closed his eyes one last time reminiscing all things the tree had done for him; how it had helped him his entire life. With home, family, nurturing and protecting his children. Even when the little ones left his nest. There were so many memories. He was indebted to the tree.
But now it was his time to go. The tree was finally free. Jatayu had decided to stay by his old friend.
How are you so selfless? Jatayu mumbled, teary eyed.
The tree smiled again, grunting “WE… ARE…. GROOT.”
â€œWhat? You won again?â€ Vinay was acting surprised, secretly feeling proud of little Vishwa, who had learnt to play chess just a few days ago.
â€œMaybe Iâ€™m just lucky!â€ Vishwa uttered honestly.
â€œNo! Luck is nothing without hard work my dear brother. Always remember that.â€
It is said that when a person dies, they have seven minutes of brain activity left. Itâ€™s mind playing personâ€™s most memorable instances like a dream.
Vinay could see Vishwa growing to be a chess grandmaster in His last moments, when a bullet struck him. After all, a soldier is known for ultimate sacrifices