The village of Shantipukur had always been our haven. But the city was creeping closer

Ajja always said the mango tree was the heart of our family. It had seen generations come and go

Baba came home one evening

The villagers were offered money

Priya overheard Baba arguing with Maa late one night.

Ajja remained silent

Priya

Her bravery ignited a spark in the villagers. They realized the tree

The developers eventually retreated

Ajja smiled