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Category: Children’s

  • Believe in yourself

    Believe in yourself

    Today I will be sharing a story what a person can do if one has faith in himself. 

    A kid of 11 years was very naughty as many of us in that age. He doesn’t want to study and want to play all the time. Their is copy checking like thing in our education system so whenever teacher check the copies he say I have forgotten my notebook and I will get it checked the next time. Teacher check the bags and give another chance to the kid. But after every incident he was getting closer to the end of this shit. The day came on 11 August when he was in seventh class. It was his birthday. It was the day of checking Maths notebook but he do the same “Mam, I have forgotten my notebook. I will get it checked the next time.” But he had given the notebook to the senior so that when teacher will check the notebook he will find nothing. But that day was not gone like that. The senior was in 8th class and he had a fight with his classmates on that day. So, in the break when he was outside his classmates checked his bag and found my notebook. Then, they give it to their Maths teacher. So, the Maths teacher came in the middle of science class and called that kid to come in 6th class where she was taking her lecture. The kid went to the 6th class. First question the teacher asked “Where is your copy”

    The kid has now seen this notebook on teachers desk. So he told the truth “I have given it to a senior” . Then, the teacher slaps him and beats him brutally with stick. Then, the teacher called the elder sister of that kid which was then in 12th class. She embarrassed him in front of her. So, the school ends and the kid was trying to convince his sister not to tell anything happened in the school . Not because “Ghar par bhi bejati hogi ” But because his father is very strict. He will also do the same as the teacher has done. But her sister tells everything after reaching home. Then, he saw another side of his father and he said nothing except “Beta padh liya kar “. May be because of the poor face of the kid. Then, the kid start completing his Maths notebook because he has to face the same teacher tomorrow. Then, he start doing his work on time and come 1st in 8th class, 9th class , 10th class and then cracked JEE exam. 

    It is the same person which is not even want to study and then cracked JEE but by believe in himself. 

  • The Solution

    The 12th exams are over. I got my result and it was pretty good and after that the point was where to take admission. Relatives were giving their opinions to take admission here and there but no one was going to ask me about what I want to do in my career. Even they planned my marriage though. I was pissed from all of them. Finally like everyone I am also a lucky person in my life who has the right to make decisions in my life.

    After that I took admission in my college and now I have completed my 2 years being a part of that college.

    Everything is going perfect in my life.

    Okay wait did I say perfect?

    Let me clear to you all, no perfect will be forever in your life and here I had made the first mistake of my college life by choosing my so-called roommate. After all the struggle of 4 months finally I had changed my room and finally got the right person with friendship and roommate.

    Our friendship is like if the other one will be missing then everyone is going to ask the other one that where is your partner. I know sometimes being overconfident is not good for anyone with their relationships but I am confident or you can say over confident with our friendship.

    Sometimes I feel that I am not able to do this course or it’s not happening like the way I want and then I realize that sometimes things are not going in the way which you wanted to but it doesn’t mean that you are not doing right or not able to do that. In that situation just take a deep breath and start doing some other stuff if you are not finding the proper way to do your previous work. Take a pause and then I am sure you will find the solution for your problem and that’s exactly what I use to do when I am in trouble with my problems.

    My batch mates always ask me and my friend that you both can be so relaxed with all the assignment stuff and after that we gave a look to each other and we just say that do things slowly and calmly and everything will be easy for you.

    I just wanted to tell you all that having problems in your life is called life and with all problems god provides you a far better solution. The only thing you have to do is to find that solution and everything will be fine with you.

    Thank you

    Kartiki Kumari

  • The Swelling Pothole 

    The Swelling Pothole 

    Munnu was 9 years old and Guddu 7, when they discovered the pond by the railway track. It was not an intentional search. It was a total coincidence that Munnu happened to have a glance of the pond behind the roadside building. They were on a rickshaw and going back from school to home. It was September and Mahami received a heavy rainfall that year. Probably that was the reason that Guddu scoffed when Munnu told him about the pond.

    “That is no pond, you pea brain. That is just a pothole. A big one like one of those in Wakari field.”

    “I swear that was a pond.” Munnu insisted. “ I know when I see one.”

    Guddu didn’t like her firmness and confidence. He frowned and said, “I am younger than you, yet I know that it is not a pond. I even know what a pothole is, and you don’t. Aren’t you a bit ashamed that someone younger than you knows more than you?”

    “I know,” she exclaimed with little confidence and anger in her voice, “what a pothole is.”

    When Guddu ignored the flares of her eyes, she was left bewildered. She said no more. Any attempt against Guddu’s thick brain and ego would have been a subject of vain. He never listened to her. He was too proud of his vanity. Guddu has always been the brightest child of the house. He had secured first position in the first grade of his school life. On the other hand, Munnu always struggled to make it through examinations and not flunk. This incident had swelled Guddu’s pride and belittled his sister’s value in his eyes. He was praised and accepted by all the known and unknown relatives, whereas Munnu was discarded from any such pleasure. She was cornered and played the supporting role in Guddu’s pompous life. Munnu was well aware of the mistreatment and partiality. But none of this stirred any determination of working hard and improving her grades. She didn’t care about the relatives. They have long stopped bringing any sweets for her. Everything was submitted to Guddu’s existence. Since they were of no use to her now, their love and attention was really not a matter. Sometimes she endeavored the attention that Guddu received, but soon the thoughts wandered off. The only thing that ever hurt Munnu was her brother’s partiality against her. She wished for his respect and love. He was younger, so he should have behaved like one. On the contrary, his behavior was always like that of those ugly relatives. It was a pain seeing him trying to stoop over her every time, but there was nothing she could have done. Studying was not her forte. She could never surpass him. He was intelligent without any doubt. That’s why his objections made her question her validations. She could never have been right in front of him. Even if she were.

    By the time they reached home, Munnu had decided on proving the existence of the pond by the railway track. When the night light fell on the window sill and they were tucked in the bed, sleep visited everyone’s eye except Munnu. She turned and struggled for one good hour in the agony of her pride.

    “This is important. I must show him that I am not wrong. He cannot always be right. I will prove that there is a pond and no silly pothole. A pothole cannot be so giant.”

    The next day, Munnu decided to sneak and confirm to herself first that the pond existed. Munnu and Guddu were submitted to the rickshaw and sent to school. They were not allowed to walk home by themselves and only wait for the rickshaw to take them home. The pond was a five-minute distance from the school. The road to it was led by a narrow lane between two buildings. And beyond the pond was the railway track. Munnu invested all of her morning and classes planning on how to get near the pond.

    “I think the pond is a maximum of five minutes away from the school. If I go there as soon as the bell rings and come back before the rickshaw arrives, I will be able to confirm it.“ The thought sparked some hope to retrieve her pride.

    But soon her heart was filled with the fear of, “if the rickshaw came before me, the rickshaw uncle would spill it all at home and Guddu would make no attempt in hiding it.”

    A week passed, and Munnu could only agonize in silence about the hijacked opportunities. She rushed out of class like a wild boar every day to save some time for her adventure, but the fear of getting caught froze her courage. Always.

    After a week of endeavor, one day, Munnu slipped from the class after dismissal as fast as she could. She ran through the gates of the school without waiting for Guddu. Neither did she check on the rickshaw. Her heart was pounding. She was in utmost fear of getting discovered by any relative. Or what if she ran past the rickshaw uncle? What if he was following her now? She will be told at home. Maybe they will withdraw her from the school. She was a rebel now. The family members will stop talking to her now. All kinds of thoughts crossed her mind, but nothing could stop her from getting to the pond. She must save her pride and regain her lost respect. That’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Not even the thought of being wrong.

    Munnu kept on running and never slowed her pace. Even when she ran through the alley, she maintained her speed. There was no time to lose. If there was any hope of being on a safe side, she must siege it. She must not stop, even when she sees the pond. There was not a single second to be lost.

    The alley came to an end and there was a steep slope that led to vast land behind the busy life of the city. In that vast, Greenland was a big pond. It was a pond. She was right. She didn’t stop to look at the breathtaking view of her success and nature. She didn’t have the luxury to enjoy the taste of her victory. The moment she confirmed her achievement, she made a U-turn and ran back to the school. Two things were confirmed by now. It was not any meager pothole, but a pond. A beautiful one. Second- rickshaw uncle was not chasing after her. Now all that she needed to think about was to prepare a lie for her disappearance from the school gate. And that- she was good at.

    *

    The notes-borrowing excuse had worked wonders on Guddu’s suspicion. The rickshaw uncle reached a little late at the school and Munnu discovered that it took her only 3 minutes to achieve her goal. By this calculation, there was no need to let any fear haunt her. All that mattered now was to prove the truth to Guddu. And that was the real challenge. There was no chance that Guddu would sneak with her and go to see the pond. He was too obedient for that. So now she needed to brainstorm on lies and persuasion.

    The end of January brought the last of Munnu’s innocence. 31st of January was a day of malicious intentions. The morning was nowhere to be seen. Thick blankets of fog float 1 inch over the roads of Mahami. The world turned white and fell silent. Hands went numb inside the blankets and children celebrated the day off. 6 in the morning, stepping out of the blankets was an impossible thought. 7 in the morning, fog began to uncover the roads. 8 in the morning, the sun shone brighter than ever and school announced classes.

    Strict parents were ecstatic with the news of school reopening, and soft parents let their children stay warm in the blankets.

    Munnu’s parents were definitely the previous type. She removed the blanket, moaning and cursing her luck, and got ready for school. Since the rickshaw was called off in the morning, it was decided that their father would drop them to the school.

    They arrived 15 minutes late to the school. Munnu got off the bike and then helped Guddu step down too. Guddu and Dad had a little conversation going on, and Munnu was still agonizing over the rescheduled classes.

    The day was really a big bummer for her. In the very first period, she was punished for staying outside the class with her bag because she was late. The two period was not a good one either. Her manifestation for Mr. Azad to fall off stairs and break his leg had failed too. In the last class of the day, she was asked to recite table 8, and she failed. The whole class laughed at her.

    When the class was finally over, she went to the gates to wait for her brother and father. And when Guddu came back, he taunted her for being punished outside the class.

    ‘Who told you I was punished?’

    ‘I saw,’ said he mockingly.

    ‘You were late too, why were You not punished?’

    ‘Because I am Teacher’s favorite student. If you were any good, you would have escaped such embarrassment like me.’

    Munnu gritted her. She was upset from the day, and Guddu added anger to her agony. Her anguish heightened when Dad was still not there to receive them.

    ‘Why is father still not here?’ she kicked a stone on the ground as it landed a few inches forward.

    ‘Didn’t you listen to him when he said that he would be late?’

    ‘He will be late? Why?’

    ‘He will be off from work by 4:30. He asked us to wait inside the gates.’

    Munnu looked at her watch. 15 more minutes. Her stomach was growling.

    Suddenly, it hit her. 15 minutes. It is enough to go to the pond and come back before Dad will arrive. Yes, this was the chance. She could do it, but only if he would agree to go to the pond without ever giving out a word at home.

    This was work. How should she convince him to go with her? Maybe hurting his pride will do some work.

    ‘You know, I talked to my friends about the pond.’ She was not going to tell him that she sneaked and saw the pond herself.

    ‘What pond?’ he asked.

    ‘The one you think is a pothole.’

    ‘Oh. That one. It is a pothole.’

    ‘Well, my friends say that it is not. It is a pond, and they even asked the teacher. When I said to the teacher that it was a pothole, he laughed, he said that I was stupid and that a pothole cannot be as big as that pond is.’ Even though it was Munnu being called stupid, the words were Guddu’s. A higher authority calling Guddu’s words stupid was a tender attack that hit bull’s eye. He was agitated.

    ‘Your… your teacher is stupid. He doesn’t know anything.’

    ‘But he is a Teacher. He is supposed to know everything.’ Guddu was silent, lost in his anger.

    ‘How about we prove him wrong?’

    ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘The pond is only 5 minutes away from here. We can go and see it and then confirm to him that he is wrong. We will be two witnesses, so he will believe us.’

    Guddu didn’t say anything.

    Munnu needed to keep on stirring him. Directly proposing this idea was maybe a bad idea. Her throat felt heavy, and her hands were sweating.

    ‘How about it? Do you want to go?’

    ‘But Dad…’

    ‘Don’t worry, we will be back before him. I will help you keep this secret from Maa and Grandma as well.’

    ‘Promise?’

    ‘Promise.’

    Munnu was ecstatic. A train of thoughts ran down her brain. ‘Great! Now I will confront him when we get there. I will say to him loud and clear, ‘you see that? Ha! I was right and you were wrong. It is a Pond. Not a pothole.’

    They went on ahead. They crossed the shops, the Golgappa stall, an ice cream stall into the alley. They walked through the pebbles, dodging dog poop leaving behind a trail of beautiful big houses until they came to a sudden end. There were no pebbles ahead, no house, just a stretch of greenery and amidst that green field, was the truth.

    Guddu held on to Munnu’s hand tightly. But, it was not because of devastation or failure. It was because of the breathtaking view that lay forth to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the pasture covered in mist and dew. White fog was floating above the pond, long grasses were dancing with the wind. Birds were ideally resting near the water. White flowers spurt out of the lush green pasture and sparkled like stars. It was beautiful.

    The happiness on his face was so beautiful. He watched the heaven in front of him and Munnu saw the glow of his face.

    ‘Forget it.’ She whispered to herself and let out a satisfactory, fresh sigh.

    Guddu shook her hand as the sunlight lit his face and said with utter amuse, ‘It’s a swelling pothole.’

    *

  • Beloved or not?

    Beloved or not?

    This story is about a retired woman who lives with her son and daughter. Her husband left her when her kids were young. Her life is not easy. Each day, there is one thing or another that disrupts her peace.

    Her daughter is older than her son. The daughter graduated from college and is in search of a job. Unfortunately, luck is never on her side. On the other hand, her son has yet to start college.

    The woman was forced to take an early retirement as her company was not working out. The only financial aid in the family was the pension she was getting. The money was enough for the household’s needs but not for her children’s.

    There was always a dispute between her children over who had taken more money from her. The son was working hard to meet his needs, but the daughter was not. The daughter did not like to work at all.

    Her relationship with her daughter is closer than that with her son. There was always an argument within one or two days over anything between her and her son. Her maid used to listen to everything very closely and knew everything that went around in that house.

    The son would mostly end up spending money on household things, but the daughter only spent money on herself. The mother was aware of this fact, but she still gave more money to her daughter than her son just because she was the older of the two.

    The son developed a feeling of loneliness and underconfidence. He started to believe that no matter how much he worked, he could not earn enough for himself. His life started to deteriorate as a result.

    Despite not doing much work, the daughter was very happy, as she had a lot of money to spend and her mother always supported her no matter what. The son started hating his sister because of this fact.

    The son would argue with her once or twice in a while for the money to spend, and this resulted in their already weak relationship worsening. Her son started to maintain his distance from her and her daughter.

    Some months later, her son left for college, for which he had to take a loan. The daughter went to work for a private firm, which didn’t pay her well enough. The mother was left all alone with herself and her maid.

    One day, a phone call was made to the son and the daughter that stated that the police had recovered the dead body of their murdered mother from their home. This left both siblings shocked, and they returned home.

    Days later, after the funeral, the post-mortem report came, which confirmed that the mother was murdered. The police took the siblings and the maid into custody. They were questioned about everything, from her pension to her relationships with everyone.

    After all the sessions, the police strongly suspected the son to be the killer. But there was no evidence to find him guilty. The least suspected was the daughter, as she maintained a good relationship with her mother.

    The maid was asked for more brief sessions as she was the one who visited the house more often than the son and daughter in the time of tragedy.

    Even after going through all these sessions, the police found it hard to catch the killer. To solve this case, the police checked and started to analyze all three suspects individually. There was no CCTV installed in or near their house.

    Starting with the maid, they found that the maid was present in other houses for household chores at the time of tragedy. The son was not attending his classes, and the daughter was on medical leave from her job. The police called the siblings for another session.

    The son stated that he had bunked the classes that day. The daughter, on the other hand, said she had a stomach ache that day, so she took a medical leave. The police confirmed that the siblings did not come home that day.

    The maid was now the prime suspect for the police. The police called the house owner of the house where the maid was working at the time of the murder. After going through the session, the police could not find any evidence that proved that the maid was the killer.

    After so many sessions and call-ups, the police took out the call details of the siblings. There was one number that was dialed more than the other numbers in the son’s call logs. There was a similar number in the call logs for the daughter. Both numbers were different.

    The police called the son first, as he was the prime suspect from the beginning. The son stated that the number was his girlfriend’s. He talked to her a lot and was hoping to marry her. The police let go of the son upon knowing this.

    Just as the son was leaving, a man came to the police station to talk to the police. That man identified himself as the milkman at the neighbor’s house. The milkman told the police that when he was leaving the neighbor’s house, he saw a man with his face covered go to his mother’s house. That came from a taxi.

    The police searched the area for the taxi, and they found it. The taxi driver stated that he picked up that man from the railway station. The man was not covering his face at that time. With the help of the railway station’s CCTV footage, the police were able to identify that man.

    That man was identified as the boyfriend of the daughter. The daughter was summoned to the police station for a brief session right away. The daughter stated that she was struggling with money as her boyfriend was not earning well either.

    The daughter accepted that she sent him to kill her mother so that she could later take the whole pension for herself and her boyfriend. She even stated that she considered never marrying him, as then she would not get the full pension for herself.

    The son was shocked to learn that his sister was behind all this.

    Greed can sometimes become so cruel that it makes you do things you will never recover from. Even though the daughter had a strong relationship with her mother and got more money than her brother from her mother, it was never enough for her.

    This tragic story teaches us that being materialistic can never be healthy. The more money we have, the more we crave it. Never let these things control you so that you become someone you never want to be.

  • Bound By Destiny

    Bound By Destiny

    Once upon atime in city of Dubai, a lonely dog named Taurus roamed in the streets in search of food and shelter. He longed for companionship amidst his solitary existence. One fine day, Taurus came across a girl named Snaju, sitting on a bench in tears. Sanju had recently moved to the city,feeling lost and missing her old friends. Without knowing to her, Taurus approached to her and gently nuzzled her hand.

    Startled by unexpected gesture, Sanju looked into Taurus’s eyes and felt a glimmer of hope.She reached out to pet him, forming an unbreakable bond between them.Taurus and Sanju became inseparable, exploring the city together and sharing stolen picnics. Taurus had never known such happiness, and Sanju found solace in her newfound Friend.One rainy day evening, Taurus led Sanju to an abandoned building, seeking shelter from the rain, they discovered some furniture and forgotten treasures inside, Among the debris, Sanju found a dusty paint set. Inspired by the moment, she painted Taurus’s potrait capturing his playful spirit. Taurus wagged his tail in delight, grateful for the gift of friendship and the chance to bring joy to Sanju’s life.

    Words spread about Sanju’s artistic talent, attracting attention from locals and art enthusiasts. The painting of Taurus became symbol of their remarkable bond, and soon enough Taurus’s days of loneliness were a distant memory. Sanju’s talent blossomed and she discovered her true passion for art, inspired by the unbreakable bond she shared with Taurus. Together, they transformed the abandoned building into a vibrant art studion and gallery named “Sanju n Taurus Art Gallery”, where people from all walks of life gathered to witness the beauty of their friendship captured on canvas. Taurus and Sanju’s story became a testament to the power of unlikely connections and the transformative magic that can be found in the simplest of companionships.

    And so, in the heart of Dubai, their legacy lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes the most extraordinary friendships are found in the most unexpected places. And it shows the clear picture that bond bounded by destiny is grestest and unbreakable bond.

  • Not Being Lonely Together

    Last Friday night, Mr. Boulevard entered our room all stumbling and out of breath and I wondered if he was running away from something. He easily could not have been. It was hard to tell when he was always breathing heavily, humping and exhaling as loud as Mrs. Pregnant Weasley. That was her real name, Alex told me, but we were not to call her by that when she was around. Mrs. P made the softest mashed potatoes on Thursdays and all the kids loved her. I loved Mrs. P because she was magic and always carried a child in her belly, like a kangaroo. I wished I was a fat magical kangaroo, so I too could give the softest, roundest hugs. Mr. Boulevard was also fat; he was really fat but he was not a hugger. Alex said that when Mr. B would fall off his bed while sleeping, his downstair neighbors got an earthquake fright. I gave Mr. B my stuffed sloth so he wouldn’t fall off his bed anymore. He tucked me in bed, every night after that.

    Mr. B had loud hair, the hair you’d find on a Disney Princess like Brave. Fierce, fiery red with a red moustache, red eyebrows, and strikingly red eyelashes. He was a furry red bear. He’d be scary, the nightmare of kids’ dreams if he wasn’t an angel. He had the nicest of manners, he’d even talk with his head bowed to not scare us, kids.

    Every night when he tucked me in, he’d softly tell me the most fantastical stories. He told me once that growing up, he was a lonely kid which turned him into a shy n quiet man. He asked me to be loud and curious because I would never be lonely with him as my Guardian Angel. Then he went on to tell me stories of Guardian Angels that watched over kids like me, kids with a very big family and I all but forgot to ask him what ‘lonely’ meant.

    Mr. B had big eyes, the kind you’d find popping out of a snail’s head. They seemed to be bouncing out of his eye sockets when he moved heavily. He always moved heavily. His nose was a tiny little thing, next to his round belly and it always made me giggle. A nose so tiny, it was squeezed tight between his bouncy cheeks. I wondered if that was why he needed to breathe so loudly. His lips were huge, plump, and pink; both of the same size. When he opened his mouth, kids at the orphanage feared he’d devour them. But Mr. Boulevard would never do such a thing. He simply couldn’t, even though nobody could tell.

    Mr. Bear, as the kids called him, wore loose clothes, hanging off his enormous body. He had them tailored personally. He’d wear blues on Mondays and Tuesdays. Reds through Wednesday to Friday, even though the reds would wash his face out. And on the weekends, he’d wear the yellows. He was rather strict about his color-coded outfits. Mr. B lived in Primary Colors, and I loved to draw him for our art schoolwork. With his baggy shorts and baggy shirts, he was like a colorful boulder that you wouldn’t want to be run over by. But Mr. Boulevard would never run you over. He simply couldn’t, even though nobody could tell.

    Last Friday was the last I saw of Mr. B. When I asked Mrs. P when he was coming back, she smiled a smile that only spread to her lips. I realized it was another grown-up thing since I always smiled with my eyes going all crinkly. I wanted to grow up hurriedly then, so I too could learn a new way to smile.

    ‘My boy, you know how JoJo was sad one day, so he went to live on the happy farm upstate?’ she said. 

    I perked up at JoJo’s mention and nodded. He was our family dog and very loved.

    She continued, ‘Mr. B has gone to live with JoJo.’

    ‘Was JoJo lonely?’

    ‘If he was, he isn’t anymore.’ She smiled and I ran to the big room where I kept my red, yellow and blue paints.

    I wanted to draw a picture of JoJo and Mr. B, hugging and not being lonely together.

  • Bruno

     The time was 5:30 P.M  right now, my heart started to think about the one who would be waiting for me at my home. I am watching the watch to check how many minutes remaining for 6;00 P.M.  The needles inside in my watch started to ran in a lazy manner and it is not even moving with the fast it usually it would be on Sunday. For each and every 10 seconds , I was checking on my watch because I felt the gap as 11 minutes. Somehow after a long felt  wait , the time was 6;00 P.M. Then I came out of the  office and started to walking in the roads with a adrenaline rush. when I was on a hurry, my eyes saw a bakery with chicken roll.  It is the most oved food by the creature which was longing for my wait in my home.  I brought two rolls with a cake. Finally , I reached my house and I opened my home’s door. A waggling tail being came with a whimpering towards me with a saying of miss you. I had showed the roll and the cake to my beloved dog Bruno and it showed me cherishing dance to explain it’s happiness. 

    Yes I had been long waiting for the time to meet my dog Bruno.  Because Bruno was the only family member  left to me and other’s had been staying in the heaven for  the last 2 years.  2 years ago , my family met with a bus accident when they were returning to my hometown for my fiancee’s baby shower function. I was planned to leave the city 2 days after their travel. But worst things happened which was not even a thought in my dream. I was totally shattered and I felt there is no reason to live.  when i was feeling hopeless to live, one day I saw a puppy who was lying near his mother’s corpse . The mother dog was met with a car accident when it was crossing the road. The people in the road were not even considering that puppy. I felt the puppy will also felt the same feeling which I had experienced. That time I decided to adopt that being and to name it as “Bruno”.

  • DON’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

    My grandma and I are close. She likes everyone – my mother, father, and brother, but I’m her favorite. We live in a two-floor building, it’s our own. We lived on the first floor, and my grandma’s other son’s family lived on the second floor. Since they moved out of another house for various reasons, the second floor is now empty. So my family decided to rent it out. Many people applied for it, but my family turned most of them down because they thought they wouldn’t be good tenants. Finally, one couple was admitted. The husband and wife – Tarun and Meena – are somehow distantly related to us (please don’t ask me how). They’re looking for a house near Tarun’s office, where he’ll be transferred next week. Also, Meena is pregnant so they’re both looking for a house right away. My family then somehow made them our tenants (maybe because they thought they’d be good). Everything was settled, they’ll come here next week to be our tenants. Everyone was happy except my grandma.

    I asked her what happened, and she said, ‘I don’t like that woman’

    ‘Who? Meena?’

    ‘Yes, is she dressing like a pregnant woman, she dressed so tight like going to a party’

    ‘C’mon grandma, don’t be so old fashion, she can wear what she likes’

    ‘Fine, I am old fashioned but how can she wear this kind of dress while she’s coming to see us, not well-mannered’

    Grandma is exaggerating. Meena was wearing a tight mini-gown, which showed her skin below her knees. There is nothing wrong with it. She’s beautiful in that dress. People like my grandma need to change their point of view.

    After that first interaction, Grandma doesn’t like whatever she does. Grandma would even complain that Meena was breathing all the air required in the world (you know when you hate someone, you constantly find something to keep on hating them). Grandma hates everything Meena does – when she invites her friends over or when she heard music a little loudly or when she goes to work daily despite the fact, she’s 6 months pregnant, and even when Meena came to give something, Grandma goes inside her room and come out only when she’s gone. I don’t understand all this. I even confronted her, ‘You’re going overboard grandma, this is not fine at all’. She doesn’t even give a damn about what I said. That’s what she does when I talk about something she doesn’t like. 

    One day, my grandma returned home after buying groceries. She has seen Meena on the way. She doesn’t know where to hide and tries to find a way. But she realized Meena was not okay. She was trembling and collapsed on the road. Grandma rushed near her and splashed water on Meena’s face. Meena slowly opened her eyes. Grandma asked ‘What happened?’

    Meena said ‘I was just tired due to work’

    ‘Let’s go to the hospital’

    ‘I’ll go alone, no worries’

    Grandma insisted she’ll come. Then they went to the hospital. The doctor explained that she was very weak and need to eat healthy foods and prescribed some tablets. After that they left the hospital, Meena told Grandma about her condition. That her pregnancy is at risk, she needs to be very careful.

    Grandma asked, ‘Then why are you working? How did your husband allow it?’

    ‘My husband doesn’t know it; I didn’t tell him. If he knows he won’t let me work. We are now in a financial crisis. We both need to work, to overcome this situation. He even worked two shifts. So, that’s why I am working even in this condition. Sometimes, I have mood swings and weird thoughts like suicide. So, at times like that, I’ll listen to music or call my friends. Then I’ll feel better. Only then I can be myself.’

    Grandma was so shocked and understood her mistake. Meena continued, ‘Have you noticed, I always wear the same dress I have in a consecutive manner, also it’s so tight. It’s just I can’t afford a new dress. So, I am wearing old clothes until we have enough money to afford new ones’.

    Grandma is now utterly speechless. They reached their home. Grandma offered to Meena to come to her home. She said, ‘I will go upstairs and rest and then come’. Grandma also agreed and said, ‘If you need anything don’t hesitate to call me’.

    I don’t understand what was happening and asked Grandma, she explained the whole situation. Then Grandma said, ‘You’re right, I am one of those old mentality people. So, I judged her without even knowing her situation. I showed my age. I won’t repeat this mistake ever again’. And she did what she said, after that they become good friends. My grandma regularly took Meena for checkups, if she heard music or her friends sound upstairs, she rushes to Meena’s place to ask if she was okay. She also bought her some loose pregnancy clothes as a gift. After that, my grandma never judged anyone by their dress. And I am so happy that my grandma finally understood the saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”.  

  • My childhood  scary  fairy

    My childhood  scary  fairy

    Once opon a time in my childhood , i always had a dream a red fairy came to my house and ask me about my wish . It will always came when I slept in my mom’s bedroom don’t know why this happened but this is true . Then I am about 12 years old kid . I always think about that . First day when i had that dream , A beautiful fairy with his red gown came  to me and told me  “hey my kind hearted child what do you want” , i replied “are you a real fairy ” i am so shocked about this incident.  I told her I want a lots of toys , she granted me that wish And told me you can call me every time . I  asked her “but how” she gave me a magical ring . She said “dear ! When you rub this ring i will came to you but there was a condition don’t  call me at night because if I  came out in night i get burnt 🔥” . I smiled and agreed . I always rub the ring and she came to me , plays with me . One day  I don’t know why I rub that ring at night and suddenly that fairy is forced to came in but she is strangely burning and shouting,  screaming  “you have to pay i told you not to call at night,” and she burnt. After that I suddenly open my eyes and my dream breaks . At that time i get scared so much .

  • The Ghost of Willowbrook 

    The Ghost of Willowbrook 

    In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst towering oak trees and rolling hills, there lived a ghost named Jasper. He was a gentle spirit with a heart as pure as moonlight. Unfortunately, his ethereal appearance frightened the townsfolk, and they believed he was an evil entity that would bring them harm.

    Jasper had once been a respected teacher in Willowbrook, beloved by his students for his kind nature and passion for learning. However, his life was tragically cut short when he was falsely accused of a crime he didn’t commit. The townsfolk, blinded by fear and misunderstanding, pronounced him guilty and sentenced him to death.

    As a ghost, Jasper found solace in the abandoned schoolhouse where he had taught. Over the years, he watched as the townsfolk whispered tales of his malevolence, spreading fear throughout the community. But deep down, Jasper yearned for a chance to prove his innocence and restore his name.

    One fateful evening, during a thunderstorm that shook Willowbrook to its core, Jasper decided to take matters into his own ethereal hands. He appeared before the terrified townsfolk, clad in a luminous white glow, seeking justice and redemption.

    But instead of instilling fear, Jasper’s ethereal presence evoked awe and curiosity. The townsfolk gathered in the town square, their gazes fixated on the apparition before them. Jasper’s voice, gentle as a summer breeze, resonated through the air.

    “Please, hear me out. I was wrongfully accused, and my spirit has lingered in this realm to clear my name,” Jasper pleaded, his translucent form emanating a sense of innocence.

    One by one, the townsfolk began to listen, their apprehension melting away. Jasper recounted the events leading to his unjust demise, sharing his unwavering belief in the importance of truth and compassion. His words touched their hearts, and they saw him for who he truly was—a victim of a terrible injustice.

    Determined to seek the truth, the townsfolk embarked on a journey to unravel the mystery surrounding Jasper’s supposed crime. They scoured old archives, interviewed witnesses, and delved into the depths of the forgotten past. Slowly but surely, the truth began to emerge, revealing the identity of the real perpetrator.

    Finally, on a starlit evening, the townsfolk gathered once more, this time with gratitude in their hearts. They had uncovered the evidence that exonerated Jasper, vindicating his innocence after all those years. The town’s mayor, with tears streaming down his face, approached Jasper.

    “Jasper, we were blinded by fear and failed you,” the mayor confessed. “You have taught us the power of forgiveness and the importance of understanding. We are deeply sorry.”

    In that moment, the town’s perception shifted. Jasper’s once-dreaded presence became a symbol of resilience and redemption. A memorial was erected in the town square, honoring Jasper’s memory and reminding the townsfolk of the lessons he had imparted.

    As for Jasper, his spirit finally found peace, knowing that his name had been restored and his story had become a catalyst for change. The town of Willowbrook never forgot the innocent ghost who had touched their lives, and his benevolent spirit continued to watch over them, guiding them toward a future built on compassion and understanding.