After being done with my exam, I looked out of the window next to me. I see the leaves on a tree. I think, I almost never look at leaves. Whether I am walking down the road or just chilling outside I never gazed upon them with this much interest. Maybe that's because I am in the exam hall and have nothing better to do. Thoughts starting pouring in my mind. The leaves are so insignificant to me but yet they do their job with no complaints. I wonder if they could speak, what would they like to tell me. Probably:- Leaf : Then wooosh a gentle gust of wind comes by. The leaves start to flutter they look like they are waving to me. Me a gentleman gently waves back at them. I might have looked mad but it was worth it. The gentle gust of wind has now turned into a strong wind. This time the leaves look like they are struggling to remain on the branch. I see that little piece of life struggling more than me. It reminds of times where I thought it was okay to give...