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गुलमोहराचं झाड केव्हाही छान दिसतं. निळ्या निळ्या आकाशाच्या पाश्र्वभूमीवर ते जेवढ्या डौलानं शेंडे वर करून डुलतं, तेवढ्याच श्रीमंतीनं - काळ्याभोर पावसाळी ढगांवरसुद्धा वैभवशाली दिसतं, भव्य वाटतं. पण दिवाकरपंतांना गुलमोहराचं झाड आता बघवेना. तो त्यांचा पराभव होता भंग पावलेलं स्वप्न होतं. लाकूडतोड्या झाडावर सरड्याप्रमाणे चढला. वरच्या फांदीवर पहिली कुर्हाड बसली आणि त्या पहिल्या घावानं दिवाकरपंतांच्या आख्ख्या भूतकाळातील आठवणींवर तडाखा हाणला. दुसऱ्या घावासरशी त्यांचा भविष्यकाळ नष्ट केला. तिसरा घाव बसला आणि दिवाकरपंतांना प्लॉटचा वर्षवाढदिवस आठवला. घावाघावागणिक आठवणींचा मोहर झोडपला जात होता. खाली पडणाऱ्या फांद्या चुकवीत चुकवीत दिवाकरपंत तांबडी फुलं भराभर वेचत होते. घावावर घाव बसत होते. झाडाची उंची कमी होत होती, दिवाकरपंतांचं स्वप्नही लहान लहान होत होतं.
The name suggests the foundation of the stories. This is an exclusive collection of only 8 stories based on some whimsical characters. Every main character in all these stories has one thing in common. In a true sense, they are not whimsical; actually they have set their own doctrines and have stuck to them, no matter whatever happens. In one of the stories, the hero dies just because of his doctrines. The other story is based on the mentality of being lame; it proves that many a times those who are physically disabled are more firm than those who are physically capable of doing everything but have a lame and limp mind. One story is based on the insecurity; here the heroine who had refused someone whom she loved so much comes into contact with him again. She feels that he will blackmail her but fails to understand him, at the end, though very beautiful, her insecure mind shows its ugliness. Each and every story has some splendid felling or other to share with us, to reveal the vastness and the insularity of the mind.
