A tale of two interpretations

The fresh cool forest breeze and the greenery appears to act as a magic wand on the residents of village Ghati. Middle-aged men and women who just a few minutes ago had been involved in hard-core legal talk suddenly speak like children. Forty-something Gyaneshwar Sahare, who had been pouring forth on the grizly details of hunger strikes and arrests, now frisks around like a kitten. “Look, how many new saplings are there! Look, how the forests revives itself! Why do we need plantations?” he sings rather than talks.