The Green Leaf...

The old man was mumbling at night. He was talking about the green leaf.Thats how i got the title of this blog. And the write-up too. Yes, the green leaf seemed to have fascinated him to no end. But , his end was near. So, he could not take the confusion any longer. And since he was too sleepy in the day to think, he did it in the night when he would dream about the leaf. And in his dreams , he would always be awake. That was a great help.
He knew the tree, its every branch , every twig.. and ofcourse the green leaf. Well, all the other leaves were green as well... ,but i guess they are all different from each other too.It was at the end of the branch and seemed to enjoy the solitude. If you saw from a certain angle,then you always thought that the leaf was ready to jump. Dive into a pool or do Bungee jumping.Almost as if waiting for something to happen that would make it jump. Thats why the old man never went near it.In fact i have never seen him going out of his room.
Yes.. coming back to the old man's mumbling.
He kept mumbling something and i could not hear a word of it. But i always imagined it was about green leaf that i told you about.