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Category: Children’s

  • The Approach

    The Approach

    The day began with the morning alarm and a sense of nervousness in Andy’s heart. It’s her first day at her new school, but she couldn’t help being anxious about her new surroundings.

    “Why are you like this Andy? Stop fidgeting now. It doesn’t look good.”

    Andy’s mother told her as the car stopped at the school’s front entrance. Swallowing the gulp, Andy stared at the entrance, rubbing her shoes against each other.

    She is a 9-year-old girl with shoulder-length hair and a height less than that of her age. But that is not what matters to her previous school friends and her family.

    “Come on Andy, let’s go.”

    Her mother said with a subtle voice, sensing her nervousness and handing her the crutches. Taking the crutches, Andy opened the door, adjusted her school bag strap on her shoulder and got down the car.

    Kids were rushing inside laughing, talking, some with their parents while others with their friends. Most of them didn’t notice her and the ones who did look at her strangely.

    “Mom… … .can we come tomorrow? I don’t feel good today… ..”

    Saying this Andy turned towards the car to open the door, but her mother tapped her shoulder, smiled and gestured to her to be strong. Looking at her, Andy felt bad to let her down by not trying to step forward.

    She took a deep breath and moved forward, inside the entrance and then to her classroom. She did not lift her head up the entire time because she wanted to avoid everyone looking at her.

    After her mother left, she sat on her desk silently looking at her book.

    “Hey… .my name’s Sarah, what’s your name?”

    Andy was startled with Sarah approaching her suddenly, but she slowly replied, “Andy.”

    “What are you reading when the teacher isn’t even here?”

    Sarah asked, munching chips and looking at Andy’s book.

    Andy lifted her gaze from the book and looked at Sarah. She is a chubby girl with a smile on her face and no pity or disgust in her eyes. Andy’s nervousness started to settle, and she replied, “I was just looking through chapters. I am new and have no idea what we are doing.”

    But before Sarah could say the teacher entered and Sarah rushed to her seat which was four desks from Andy’s towards the back.

    She looked at her sitting on her chair and smiling at her.

    Class greeted her, and she called Andy to introduce herself to the class. This was nothing less than a nightmare for Andy.

    She stood up holding her crutches, her palms wet with sweat, though it’s the rainy season and the atmosphere is pleasant with a cool breeze.

    “You can speak from your seat dear.”

    Teacher said with a warm smile, that calmed her a little, and Andy then introduced herself to the class with a shaky voice.

    “Hello everyone, my name’s Andy, and I am a transfer student. I joined today and thank you… .. “

    This was all she could manage to say. The day went by class after class, and she was trying to catch up with what was being taught. During recess while she was wondering when the school will end, Sarah kept her lunch box on her table, bam… !!, which startled Andy.

    “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you but why aren’t you eating?”

    She asked, sliding the chair from the front desk facing towards Andy and sitting on it.

    “I am not hungry”, Andy replied, faking a smile.

    “This is the reason you look like a straw…”

    Andy smiled at this, and this time genuinely.

    “See Andy, do not be nervous. You can call me if you want help with studies.”

    Sarah said, giving a sandwich to Andy. She hesitated but Sarah gave it forcibly.

    Andy is waiting for the question that everyone asks her as they approach her to talk. But to her surprise Sarah did not look at her crutches even once but instead kept on telling her about their classmates, best and worst teacher, funny incidents, and much more. At least all that she could possibly tell during recess.

    Andy assumed, “Maybe she didn’t notice my crutches and considered me like her. Otherwise, why would she approach a new girl like me?”

    Saying this to herself she looked at her watch hoping the day would be over soon.

    Finally, the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the class, but Andy waited for everyone to leave. She then slowly lifted from her chair, held her crutches and moved towards the door. As she was about to leave Sarah came beside her, and asked, “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

    Andy again shook at her sudden words, and looked at her in surprise. “What? Why are you so jumpy Andy? This time I came silently then you are shocked… “

    “Where did you come from? I thought everyone left… “

    Andy said, slowly walking towards the door along with her.

    “How could you even know when you hardly look around, girl.” Sarah said, shaking her head in disappointment.

    They walked down the lobby towards the main entrance, “You didn’t tell me you were going alone?”

    Sarah stopped and asked again.

    Andy looked at her because she can’t figure out why Sarah is so curious even after looking at her walking with crutches. She noticed nothing but care just like her mom did.

    “Why are you so worried about me? We just met today?”, Andy said coldly.

    Sarah looked at her and said with a plane face, “Because I am worried you might fall down and get hurt. Or worse, someone might run into you because you are always looking down, so how could you see who is coming towards you? “

    Andy looked at her in surprise and couldn’t help laughing at her answer.

    “I am used to walking with crutches and hardly stumble. Don’t worry and go home.”

    “I am not asking you to tell me what to do. You tell me who is going to pick you up?”

    ” I am here to pick her up. Is there a problem dear?” Andy’s mother said, keeping her hand on Sarah’s shoulder.

    She turned, “I am her mother, don’t look at me suspiciously, kid.”

    Andy’s mother said, smiling at Sarah’s expression. She smiled and greeted her sweetly as if she knew her since ages.

    “Okay Mrs. Smith, glad to see you here. I am Sarah, her classmate.”

    She smiled widely as if she was proud of something and Mrs. Smith caressed her head.

    Andy sat in the car and Sarah looked at her from the entrance waving goodbye. Andy responded, and the car moved ahead.

    “I am surprised you made a friend on your first day of school. I am proud of you.” Andy’s mother patted her back.

    “I didn’t, she did.”

    Saying this, Andy smiled, recalling all the things Sarah told her about during the day.

    “Well, that is even better, my dear. Now you see what I told you. Just be yourself and let others figure out whatever they are thinking.”

    “She didn’t even ask about my crutches or the reason why I am using them.”

    Andy said curiously.

    “It’s because your appearance doesn’t bother her but your presence did. This is the reason she was nagging at you to tell who is going to pick you up.”

    “But why is she so clingy? I didn’t ask her to care for me.”

    “Yes you didn’t, no one did. But when good people cross your path, value them. Not everyone is going to judge you, my child. There are people out there, for whom we matter, not our crutches or scars.”

    Holding her hand in hers, Mrs. Smith said, “My dear Andy, God sends right and wrong people in our lives. We cross paths with them at the right time. Both are necessary for us to grow and learn from the experiences we have with them. Your friends from previous school were good, and I appreciate you valuing them. At the same time value your new fellow classmates like Sarah. Such people are rare and precious.”

    Listening to her mother’s words, Andy felt a sense of relief and assurance that Sarah is good. She eagerly awaits tomorrow to meet her again.

    “How can you be so sure Mum?”

    Mrs. Smith smiled and said, “Because I am your Mom….!”

    To this they both giggled and went home.

    People with disabilities are very cautious about their appearance unless they accept it. When they are young, they want others to treat them equally and do not point out their deformities, scars, crutches, etc. When someone does so they feel alienated and cornered because not everyone is ready and comfortable to talk about their disability. We should be cautious of how we approach such people and what we say to them.

    Obviously, none of us wants to hurt their feelings but sometimes words and body language can be hurtful too. So, be natural and do not make them feel lowly in any sense. They will open up slowly, and gradually you will realize that they are the best of the people. You can rely on them and trust them. So, keep everyone around you happy and never hurt anyone because we never know what they have been through.

  • Bound by Bracelets: The Battle of Friendship and Power

    Once upon a time, there were two childhood friends named Ganesh and Raj. They shared an unbreakable bond and always confided in each other. One fateful day, an asteroid struck their area, near a dense forest. To their amazement, they discovered a mystical light emanating from the impact site. Two bracelets lay within the light, granting them mysterious powers.

    Ganesh’s bracelet bestowed upon him the ability to run at incredible speeds, neutralize and absorb electricity, and manipulate time. Meanwhile, Raj’s bracelet gifted him with the power of magic. He could create anything from nothing, wield various weapons, and command the elements of wind, fire, electricity, and water.

    United by their newfound abilities, Ganesh and Raj became vigilant protectors of the world, fighting crime wherever they found it. However, as time went on, Raj’s hunger for power grew insatiable, and he succumbed to selfish desires. He yearned to rule the world, while Ganesh remained steadfast in his commitment to justice.

    The inevitable clash between the two friends became unavoidable. Raj confronted Ganesh, eager to eliminate the only obstacle standing in his way. Despite Ganesh’s determination, he quickly realized that he was no match for Raj’s newfound strength. Overwhelmed and outmatched, Ganesh struggled to find a way to defeat his once loyal friend.

    Drawing upon his time manipulation powers, Ganesh devised a plan. Slowing down time, he analyzed Raj’s movements, seeking a weakness to exploit. With a surge of energy, Ganesh unleashed a powerful bolt of electricity, tempting Raj’s arrogance. Believing he could absorb the energy to become even stronger, Raj fell into Ganesh’s trap.

    Unbeknownst to Raj, Ganesh manipulated the absorbed electricity, causing it to overload within Raj’s body. The surge of power that Raj craved turned against him, devouring his very being. Seizing the opportunity, Ganesh closed the distance between them and delivered a decisive blow.

    Raj crumbled under the impact, defeated but not destroyed. Ganesh’s heart ached at the loss of his dear friend, hoping that this defeat would awaken Raj’s true nature. Approaching the fallen Raj, he extended a hand in a gesture of redemption, offering him a chance to turn away from the darkness that consumed his soul.

    The world held its breath as Raj’s decision hung in the balance. Would he choose the path of redemption or cling to his lust for power? The final outcome remained uncertain, but Ganesh held onto hope, believing in the enduring power of friendship and justice. Their intertwined destinies would shape the future, and Ganesh silently prayed that the light would triumph over the darkness that had ensnared Raj’s heart.

  • Finding Home: The Fox’s Compassionate Quest

    Once upon a time, in a lush meadow, there lived a clever little fox named Hazel.  One day, as Hazel roamed the meadow, he stumbled upon a lost and frightened lamb named Lucy.

    “Lucy, why are you wandering alone?” Hazel asked, concerned.

    Trembling, Lucy replied, “I strayed too far from my flock, and now I can’t find my way back. I’m scared, Hazel.”

    Hazel smiled reassuringly and said, “Do not worry, dear Lucy. I will help you find your way home.”

    With Hazel leading the way, the unlikely pair set off through the meadow, weaving through tall grass and crossing babbling brooks. After a while, they reached a crossroad, with two paths stretching out before them. One track appeared wide and well-trodden, while the other was narrow and overgrown.

    Lucy looked at Hazel with uncertainty. “Which way should we go, Hazel?”

    Hazel pondered momentarily, then said, “You see, Lucy, the wider path may seem safe and comfortable, but it’s often crowded and filled with the same old routines. The narrow path, though challenging, might lead us to exciting discoveries.”

    Encouraged by Hazel’s words, Lucy chose the narrow path, and they continued their journey. Along the way, they encountered obstacles like steep hills and prickly bushes. Each time, Hazel devised clever strategies to overcome them, teaching Lucy to think creatively and never give up.

    Finally, as the sun set, they arrived at a familiar pasture, where Lucy’s flock grazed peacefully. The other lambs greeted Lucy with joyful bleats, and she was overjoyed to be reunited with her family.

    Lucy turned to Hazel, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Hazel, for guiding me back home and teaching me to be brave.”

    Hazel smiled warmly. “You were always brave, Lucy. I merely showed you the way. Remember, the world is full of possibilities if you gather the courage to explore.”

    And so, the tale of Hazel and Lucy spread across the meadow, inspiring other animals to be courageous and embrace the unknown. 

  • The Farmer And The Sons.

     In a faraway village, lives a hardworking farmer who has grapes fields. Year after year his grapery gives rich harvest, and the farmer becomes very successful. He has three sons, who are young and energetic but never bother to work. As the farmer grows old, he begins to worry about his son’s future

    Then he falls very ill and realizes his death is fast approaching. He calls the sons and tells them,

    “Dear sons, I see my death nearing me, but before I  bid goodbye to all of you, I want to share a secret. There is a treasure hidden under the fields. Dig the entire field after my death, to find it.”

    The old farmer dies, and his sons perform the last rites. The sons begin to dig for the treasure without leaving  any part of field but find nothing. However, their digging of field leads to a healthy crop and results in huge earnings. These earnings  make the sons realize what their father  meant.

    MORAL OF THE STORY:

    Hard work always pays off. Fruits of hard work are always sweet whether or not they are in  the form you desire. 

  • Little Dio and Fashion Models 

    Little Dio and Fashion Models 

    While watching the television with widely open eyes in surprise, Little Dio said, “Mumma I also wanna walk on TV in pretty dresses like these pretty ladies.” Hearing this Mother Dio passed a cookie to her cutiepie, saying, “Well, these pretty ladies are called fashion models sweetie and they are dressed like this to showcase the hardwork and talent of a fashion designer.”

    Little Dio munching over her cookies curiously asked, “So mumma, when can I become a model?” 

    Seeing her curiousity and smiling at her innocence Mother Dio explained, “This is a job that requires a lot of hardwork. You would have to follow some rules, your diet would be planned, you would have to exercise to stay fit, would have to follow skincare routines, undergo various show practices and would definitely have to be an adult sweetie.”

    Hearing all this, Little Dio was a bit confused as she asked, “But Mumma they are just walking front and back on the stage.”

    Mother Dio clearing her doubts explained, “They are walking in a particular manner which is an art and requires practice to master. Each of these pretty ladies have been selected from many other pretty ladies to walk on the stage. They all have a passion for fashion and a fire within them that’s making them shine.”

    “Oooo Mumma fire! They must be hot then, won’t the clothes catch fire? Oh, and does that mean they can’t even have one cookie?” 

    Mother Dio replied with a humble smile, “Sweetheart, the fire within them is the fuel to their hard work and helps them stay safe from the cold storm of failure.” Waiting for mumma to answer her cookie question, little Dio looks forward to her mother, “and well, yes they can eat a cookie but only after eating the veggies!” 

    Image Courtesy: Miracle Ayat

  • Hasrat

    Hasrat

    In the small town named Malana lived a young girl named Hasrat. She had rosy little cheeks and brown eyes that her mother adored. She said that they reminded her of Hasrat’s father who died in a car crash when she was just 11 months old.

    That day she had been waiting for her mother for an hour in her school and still, there was no sign of her. So she decided to climb into the regular bus to her village that always left at 2. She looked at her watch, it was 1:30. So without wasting any time, she trotted off to the bus stop.

    By the time she reached the bus stop, she was panting and sweating profusely. As soon as the bus started she opened the window and started looking at the trees and fields outside. The bus passed by the market from which her mother used to buy her sweets of all kinds from Raju Kaka’s shop and her mouth began watering after seeing the Rasmalai, Gulab Jamun, and loads of other sweets that were on display.

    Suddenly the bus halted and she started walking towards her home and started singing the poem that her teacher taught her that day. Soon she reached the well near which her little sister always ran and hugged her tightly as soon as she came back from school but today she was not there. A very weird feeling crept into her but she decided to ignore it and went ahead. But as soon as she saw her reflection in the well she knew what was wrong. She sprinted toward her home. Her pigtails that were always neat were unkempt, and her uniform was bedraggled. A sudden fear started creeping her and all her nightmares started flashing in front of her eyes.

    She reached her home but no one was there. She kept shouting, “Ma!” and entered her mom’s room. No one was there. She dropped to the floor and tears started trickling down her face. She wanted her mom to hug her and console her but her mom would never be there for her. She was dead. Reality struck her and she realized that it’s been a week since her mom passed away and now she lived with her grandparents in the city. Her tears knew no bounds and she sat there in the dark room crying silently.

  • भूल जाते हैं ना!

    जिन्दगी की रफ्तार जब वक्त के रफ्तार के आड़े ना आए तब जिन्दगी खूबसूरत लगती है। लेकिन वक्त के साथ पीछे, और भी पीछे चलते चले जाना हमें ज़ार – ज़ार कर देता है। ‘समीरा’ भी ऐसे ही दौर से गुजर रही थी। छत की ओर टकटकी लगाए कुरेद रही थी वो अपना वजूद, अपना बचपन।

    ”चुनाव के अभाव में हमारे हिस्से आना वाला दुख भी गहरा हो जाता है हो जाता है।” उसने भी कहाँ चुना था वो दर्द, उसे तोड़ती तो छुअन। ये तो उसके साइंस टीचर का चुनाव था । 7 साल की ‘समीरा’ जब हँसती तब उसके चेहरे पर तारे टिमटिमा जाते, दो छोटे-छोटे सपनीले तारे। वो औरों से अलग थी। स्कूल जाना उसके लिए बोरियत नहीं अपितु उसका सबसे पसंदीदा काम था। लेकिन अचानक से वह स्कूल जाने में कतराने लगी, स्कूल न जाने के बहाने तलाशने लगी कभी पेट दर्द, कभी सर दर्द तो कभी खेलते वक्त लगे खरोच का बहाना। वो अपने साइंस टीचर ‘अभिनव’ से दूर भागती, चाकलेट के बहाने गालो को छूना या टाई ठीक करते वक्त गले पर उसके ॲंगुलियों का फिसलना सुन्न कर देता था उसे। वो डरने लगी थी मानो कोई एक झटके में खींच ले जायेगा उसे दूर….बहुत दूर।

    ”जब हादसे अपना भेष बदल दोहराने लगे खुद को तो ऐसे में, अतीत से,वर्तमान से भाग जाने को जी चाहता है।” समीरा भी अपने अतीत से भाग जाना चाहती थी, वर्तमान से भाग जाना चाहती थी। वो भाग जाना चाहती थी उस छुअन से, जिसके बोझ तले वो आज भी चिहुक उठती थी।

    “हाॅय, हाऊ आर यू?” कहते हुए जब उसके प्रोजेक्ट हेड ‘शेखर’ ने उसका रास्ता रोका था तब कितना डर गई थी वो। उसकी रेंगती नज़रों का अनुमान होते ही वो सिमटने लगती , उसकी रूह चिपचिपी हो जाती और वो बिखर जाती थी जैसे रेत के टीले बिखर जाते हैं हवा के एक झोके से।

    ‘ अस्तित्व सह लेता है तपिश फिक्र की, अपनेपन की, इंसानियत की लेकिन हैवानियत की तपिश लम्हा- दर- लम्हा राख कर देती है है हमें।’ समीरा अब ‘शेखर’ की हरकतों को नजरअंदाज करते करते थक गई थी। उसे ‘शेखर’ में अभिनव का अक्स नज़र आता। बचे हुए वजूद बचाने के लिए वो दूर चली जाना चाहती थी।ऐसे ही चली आई थी वो बचपन में, बहोत दूर। पापा के तबादले की खबर से समीरा बहुत खुश थी। उसने दबा दिया था अपना डर, कहीं एक कोने में सबसे छुपाकर।

    डोरबेल की आवाज से वह वापस वर्तमान में आई। दरवाजा खोला तो सामने गुस्से में हाथ बाॅंधे उसकी दोस्त रिया खड़ी थी। आते ही उसने सवालों की झड़ी लगा दी। कहाँ थी ? दरवाजा खोलने में इतना समय क्यों लगाया ? फोन क्यूँ नहीं रिसीव किया ?…….और भी बहुत कुछ। इतने सवालों को सुनकर समीरा मुस्कुरा दी। लेकिन उसके आखिरी सवाल, ” तबियत कैसी है? आज लीव खत्म हो रही है। सिम्मू तू कल आ रही है ना ?” को सुनते ही समीरा फिर खामोश हो गई।उसने सपाट लहजे में कहा नहीं मैं रिजाइन कर रही हूँ। ” इतना सुनते ही रिया हैरान हो गई। उसने घबराते हुए पूछा, “एनीथिंग सीरियस ?” उसने देखा था समीरा का शेखर के सामने असहज होना। उसने फिर पूछा, “शेखर ने कुछ…. ?” नहीं, कुछ नहीं। बस मुझे वहाँ नहीं र… ह….कहते हुए समीरा का गला भर आया और वो झट से रिया के गले लगकर रो पड़ी।

    ‘दर्द खामोशी की पैरहन से आजाद होते ही फफक पड़ता है।’ समीरा भी फफक पड़ी। एक- एक कर सब बता दिया उसने | परोस दिया अपना बूँद-बूँद पिघलता अक्स रिया के सामने। वो सिमट गयी थी खुद में, मानो कोई खींच ले जाएगा उसे खुद से । हाॅं,खींच ही लाया था वक्त ने उसे 18 साल पीछे, 26 साल की शक्ल में।

    ‘जब आँसू, सिसकियों में बँधने लगे और एक बार फिर खामोश होने को तैयार हो तो उन्हें थपथपाना पड़ता है, सहलाना पड़ता है उनके खुरदुरे सतह को ताकि बचाया जा सके उनका होना।’ रिया ने समीरा की हथेली थामते हुए कहा, “सिम्मू भूल जाते हैं ना।” समीरा चौकी, उसने पूछा, “क्या…भूल…जा…ते…जाते…हैं?” उसने कहा “भूल जाते है कि तुम अभी बच्ची हो, कि दूर भागने से सब ठीक हो जाएगा, भूल जाते है कि इस कहानी का अंजाम भी वही होगा। भूल जाओ कि तुम्हारे हाथ में अब कुछ नहीं।आज तुम लड़ सकती हो समीरा अपने लिए, उस बच्ची के लिए जो कभी लड़ी ही नहीं। तुम उसका बचपन सहेज सकती हो समीरा जो आज भी अपनेपन को तरस रही है। जिस बचपन को कहीं कैद कर रखा है तुमने आज उसे तुम्हारी जरूरत है। मिल के लड़ते है ना।”

    रिया की बातें सुन समीरा की ऑंखों से दो बूंद छलक आए। उसका अंतर्मन छोटी समीरा की खिलखिलाहट से गूॅंज उठा था। एक बार फिर उसके चेहरे पर तारे टिमटिमा रहे थे, छोटे – छोटे सपनीले तारे।

    ~ Saumya Srivastav 

  • The Echo of Honesty

    The Echo of Honesty

    In a small village nestled among rolling green hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She possessed a creative mind and a fervent love for storytelling. Every day, Lily would immerse herself in books, drawing inspiration from the tales that captured her imagination.

    One day, Lily stumbled upon a story that touched her deeply. Its words resonated within her, and she felt an undeniable urge to share it with the world. Ignoring the voice of conscience that whispered caution, Lily decided to present the story as her own creation.

    As she shared the story with her classmates and teachers, they praised her for her seemingly exceptional talent. Lily reveled in the attention, basking in the admiration she received. However, a shadow of guilt began to loom over her heart, tarnishing the joy she had initially felt.

    Meanwhile, a wise old storyteller named Mr. Alden had been following Lily’s journey. He had heard whispers of her remarkable storytelling prowess and decided to pay her a visit. With his silver beard and eyes full of wisdom, Mr. Alden possessed an innate understanding of the power of stories.

    Upon meeting Lily, Mr. Alden smiled kindly, sensing the weight of her conscience. He engaged her in conversation, encouraging her to share her creative process and inspirations. Lily hesitated, her guilt bubbling to the surface.

    With gentle words, Mr. Alden guided Lily toward the path of truth. He explained that stories were gifts from the universe, waiting to be discovered by those willing to listen. However, claiming someone else’s creation as her own was akin to stealing that gift, denying its true author the recognition they deserved.

    Lily’s eyes welled with tears as she realized the gravity of her actions. She admitted her mistake, tearfully recounting the story’s true origins. Mr. Alden listened patiently, his presence calming her troubled heart.

    After hearing Lily’s confession, Mr. Alden shared a tale of his own. It was a story of redemption and the power of second chances. He emphasized the importance of honesty and integrity, and the lessons learned from one’s mistakes.

    Inspired by Mr. Alden’s wisdom, Lily resolved to make amends for her actions. She apologized to her classmates and teachers, admitting her plagiarism and acknowledging the true author of the story she had presented as her own. She learned that true greatness lies not in stealing others’ work but in embracing one’s unique voice and sharing stories that spring from the depths of one’s own imagination.

    As time passed, Lily worked tirelessly to cultivate her own storytelling abilities, nurturing her creativity and channeling her passion into original tales that captivated listeners. She became known as a storyteller with integrity, her stories resonating with honesty and authenticity.

    The village celebrated Lily’s transformation, recognizing her as a shining example of personal growth and ethical conduct. From that day forward, Lily carried the echo of honesty in her heart, a reminder of the power of truth and the importance of respecting the creative endeavors of others.

    And so, the village of storytellers embraced the notion that true greatness lies not in taking credit for the creations of others, but in allowing one’s own voice to flourish, creating a symphony of originality and integrity that would resound through the ages.

  • Who’s voice?

    Guru is an artist  and he draw celebrity picture . He can read others mind voice. This power  sometimes make him feel worse. Sometimes help him to find solutions to some problem. Now we saw one of incident in his life [ this is fully fictional story , never mentioned anyone in real life] .

    Once one of celebrity invite Guru to her house to draw her . So Guru get ready and going to airport. So many people travel with him in same plane. After the plane take offs everyone mind voice is overflow. Guru read all of their mind voice. 

    Guru can read read all people mind voice except babies. He can read male and female , youngers and elders. Some mind voice coming with joy some voice coming with fear some voice coming with sadness. But one mind voice are come with anger. Guru carefully read that mind voice.

    In that mind voice , some one trying make plan  to murder innocent kid. Guru suddenly shocked and standup see all the people. Everyone strangely looking Guru. It’s really make worse him so he sit down silently. He wants to find out that guy but here lots of people  traveling in plane.

    Guru focus to all men’s outside voice and inside voice. But he can’t identity that exact person so stand up again others looks hims strangely again. Guru speak loudly to all of them what he read out mind voice before. After he says everyone laughing and they think Guru has mental issue. 

    Guru haven’t choice to hide his powers now so he demonstrate his power with random 3 people. Finally everyone trust his power and saw one by one to thinking who’s voice that. Every men cooperate to him and stand in line and speak to him. Suddenly 3 men are leaving silently.

    But people noticed them and captured them. They are really panic to speak to Guru and others. People forcing them to speak with Guru. One of the men in them are tell their boss lady and her plan to kill random women and her daughter. But lady boss denied his words and she says , she never see them in her life before. 

    But one of the men in three of them show photos of their group photos and record plan. Then people took her and stand with them. Guru literally safe the woman and her daughter’s life. Everyone appreciate to Guru who traveling in the plance. But he’s not satisfied because three of them voice fully different from the mind voice he listened before.

    Guru sold the truth that three of them voices are not matching and again people see face one by others. Suddenly one men came from toilet in the middle of the problem.  Guru told what happened before and tell him to speak. That men was laughed and he give some script note to Guru. 

    Guru finally understand that that men just read script dialogue in his mind voice and accidentally Guru read out that . Guru say sorry to him and other. Everyone laughing again and sit their seats. After landing the plane in airport random women file the cases to lady boss and three men . Anyway Guru’s wrong calculation saved two women’s life. 

  • Ramdas’s wait

    Ramdas, an elderly potter, lived in a small, picturesque village surrounded by rolling hills and babbling brooks. He had worked tirelessly for decades to create exquisite pottery, each work demonstrating his talent and passion. However, as time went on, the village changed, and Ramdas longed for the days when customers filled his shop.

    Ramdas didn’t let the changing times stop him from having hope in his heart every morning. He painstakingly organized his wonderful manifestations on the racks of his curious shop, guaranteeing they were shown in the entirety of their magnificence. Each piece was adorned with vibrant colors and intricate patterns, demonstrating his unwavering dedication.

    In anticipation of the sound of footsteps and the jingle of coins, Ramdas would wait patiently by the doorway, his eyes scanning the winding village path. His shop, on the other hand, remained empty day after day, obscuring him like a thick fog.

    However, Ramdas was unaware that the village had not forgotten his talent or the beauty of his works. A group of young artists and art enthusiasts decided to embark on a journey to discover the elusive treasures of traditional craftsmanship after hearing about the old potter’s plight in the nearby city.

    A lively group of artists entered Ramdas’ shop one sunny morning as he arranged his pottery as usual. As they looked at the exquisite works of art in front of them, their admiration sparkled in their eyes. With a warm smile, surprised by their sudden appearance, Ramdas greeted them.

    The enthralling stories that danced throughout each piece made the artists aware of the immense talent that had been hidden in this modest village. They eagerly purchased Ramdas’ pottery and promised to promote and exhibit his masterpieces in city-wide art shows and galleries.

    People from far and wide soon flocked to Ramdas’ shop, eager to witness the magic of his craft, as word spread like wildfire. His pottery’s genuine beauty attracted both tourists and locals, who appreciated the intricate details and care that went into each piece.

    Visitors flocked to Ramdas’ shop, which had previously been empty, to admire and purchase his pottery. With a newfound appreciation for traditional art, the village prospered. The once desolate streets were alive with conversation, laughter, and the excitement of discovery.

    Ramdas found a new source of inspiration deep within himself as a result of the overwhelming outpouring of support and admiration. He eagerly returned to his pottery wheel, where he created new masterpieces that reflected his life’s joy. He expressed his joy and gratitude to the people who had lifted him up in small ways in each piece he made.

    Ramdas’s fame grew as time went on, and his work was hailed not only in his village but all over the country. His name was sung with reverence by art enthusiasts and aspiring potters, and he became a symbol of traditional craftsmanship.

    Ramdas continued to be content in his beloved village despite the newfound fame and success. His shop became a gathering place for artists and enthusiasts who wanted to learn from his wisdom and share in his joy. It also became a center for creativity and inspiration.

    As a result, the old potter’s journey, which had been characterized by isolation and longing, became a tale of triumph and happiness. In addition to adorning numerous homes and galleries, Ramdas’s pottery brought together a community of art enthusiasts who cherished the beauty of handcrafted treasures.

    Ramdas’ spirit persisted in that small village’s center, inspiring subsequent generations to embrace their craft, pursue their goals, and take solace in the beauty created by artisans.