Service
- Writers Pouch
- Oct 28, 2023
- 1 min read
For almost a decade, when people of Theri left for work every morning, they passed by one peculiar Hibiscus shrub just outside the community gate that always sparkled afresh.
It seemed magical, for never once did anyone note a single bangle of a brown leaf hanging upon its wooden arms. Many often discussed how this one shrub always managed to escape the curse of time.
