neem tree

Life is more bitter than the neem tree that is growing taller in my garden, people ask for its leaves for various purposes--
some years ago i stood at my main gate watching people walking on the gravel. A small six year old girl in torn tatters witha smiling face selling neem datun asked me to buy one. She was an orphan whose parents left a mud hut for her and her siblings. She grew up soon into a very attractive dark dusty young woman. She fell in love and was married off to her love who was a drunkard, he threw the money away on gambling where as she worked as domestic helping hand in the locality. soon she got tired of the man , gave birth to a son and divorced her husband. This Lohri i saw her sitting talking to my relatives, i asked her how she was doing, she was not recognizable by now, looking soo rich happy healthy. she had remarried, gave birth to a second son. this new husband was nicer. Today i woke up with the news Shalu was dead, yesterday she had hanged herself to death.