Recycle, Reuse, Reduce

Once there was a girl named Bhoomika who loved to have a garden full of beautiful trees and flowers.  She always irritated her father about it.  Her father used to always tell her to think if she could manage it.  But Bhoomika never thought about it nor did she stop irritating her dad.  Her father thought of observing instead of telling her.

Once her dad went to her room wherein she had said that she was doing her homework.  When he entered he saw that there were many papers littering the floor with only a few lines written in them. " Bhoomika! Please stop this." He said and went away. But Bhoomika never paid heed to his advice.

A few days later,her dad saw Bhoomika throw something in the dustbin.  When he asked what it was, she said that she was throwing broken and stained toothpicks and keeping clean ones for an activity. Her father told her to stop and went away.

A few weeks later, Bhoomika visited a restaurant with her family.  After eating a course, she used a tissue to dab her mouth.  After a while,she used another tissue wipe a stain she got on her pants.  Her father kept watching but didn't tell anything.

Finally, after 2 days,her dad called her to his room to tell her what he had observed about her.  He said," Bhoomika,I was observing what you were doing for a few days.  First,wasting papers even after my warning, second,acting silly by throwing broken toothpicks,third, taking new tissues every time instead of using the other side of the previous one, and many more. What are all these things you have wasted made of ? Trees , right. What will you grow in your garden if you don't have respect for it?"

Bhoomika said," Dad, observe me for a few more months.  From today, I will not waste things but reuse them." And finally Bhoomika ended up having beautiful pots of flowers on her terrace.

MORAL: Recycle, Reuse, Reduce.

_ A short story by Gowri N Prasad