The author went to live with his father in Delhi. After two or three years he left for England. When he returned to Dehradun after many years, he walked towards the / river bed. He was surprised to see the amazing view of the island, where they had planted coral tree saplings. He could hear squirrels and koels asking him who he was. The narrator could see that the trees recognized him and came nearer to him. The trees, they had planted long ago, had multiplied. They were walking again. He remembered his grandfather’s words and his dream had come true.
