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  • “Colorful Adventures”

    Once upon a time, in a world where technology had advanced beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, there lived a young girl named Ava. Ava was a curious and adventurous soul, always seeking out new experiences and challenges. One day, she stumbled upon a mysterious device that looked like a pair of glasses, but when she put them on, she found herself transported to a different world.

    This world was unlike anything Ava had ever seen before. It was a place where the laws of physics didn’t apply, and everything was made of light and color. As she explored this strange new world, she discovered that she had been given a special power – the ability to shape the world around her with her thoughts.

    Excited by her newfound abilities, Ava set out to explore this world and create new things. She conjured up mountains and valleys, oceans and forests, and even created her own creatures to inhabit this world. She spent countless hours playing and experimenting, always pushing the boundaries of what was possible.

    But as time went on, Ava began to realize that her creations were not enough. She longed for companionship and connection with others, but there was no one else in this world. So she set out to create a companion, someone who could share in her adventures and experiences.

    Using all of her powers, Ava created a being unlike any other – a creature made entirely of light and color, with a heart as big as the universe itself. Together, they explored this world and beyond, discovering new wonders and creating new things every day.

    As they journeyed together, Ava realized that this world was just the beginning. There were countless other worlds waiting to be explored, each with their own unique wonders and challenges. And so, with her faithful companion by her side, Ava set out to explore the universe, always seeking out new adventures and experiences.

  • THE  MIGHT  OF  TIME

    Sophie Benes, a young idealist, lived in the picturesque hamlet of Philipia. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge and understanding of the intricacies of life and consciousness led her to spend hours wandering through fields, lost in thought, searching for answers that eluded her.

    One starry night, Sophie discovered a mysterious light dancing in the sky, which lead her into a forest. She discovered a hidden grove with an otherworldly aura, including a colossal Banyan tree. Despite her apprehension, Sophie opened a small door within the tree, eager to enter. Sophie found herself in a mystical chamber with ancient volumes, crystals, and objects. She opened a massive book called “The Might of Time,” which portrayed her life with philosophical musings, metaphysical questions, and insights. Each page offered a comprehensive understanding of her own future.

    Sophie’s book became a portal to transcendent knowledge, providing glimpses into her reality. It chronicled her future, mistakes, consequences, marital and professional life, and the ultimate demise. Each page taught her moral lessons about her own life’s fundamental aspects, such as time, existence, and interconnectedness. Sophie entered the final chapters, amidst a mystical vortex of light.

    Unexpectedly, Sophie heard a voice in the cosmic emptiness. “The ultimate destination of your quest lies within you. However, a small gift awaits you, a highly valuable box, which you can only acquire if you promise not to unveil its contents. In case you reveal the contents of this box, not only will you violate the principles of the universe but also change the narrative of the book you just read,” cautioned the voice. Sophie firmly agreed and departed impulsively, as she had to make it home before dawn. Otherwise, her mother would be livid if she discovered Sophie out of bed. Departing from the sacred grove, Sophie came back to Philipia, transformed by her extraordinary journey.

    Upon her return to her hamlet, she was astonished to find herself not at her home. She was in the midst of a land filled with towering structures. Sophie felt a void inside her, and her emotions were mixed. She was alarmed because she didn’t know where she was. She visited an old tea stall and inquired about her family, the Benes family. The gentleman grinned and responded, “Are you talking about the same Benes family, who lived here 80 years ago, lost their lives in a terrorist attack after their daughter Sophie absconded?”

    Words were failing Sophie! Sophie felt empty and bewildered, she left the tea stall and headed to a nearby park. She couldn’t fathom how it was even feasible that without even realising, she spent 80 years inside that chamber with only a book to read! She was intrigued by the surreal situation and eager to uncover the truth. She committed the forbidden act, unlocking the little box, which led to her instant death in the park.

    The story reveals the bitter reality of time and the significance of silent compromises that we all must make to survive. Sacrifices are inevitable when striving for a reward. Everyone wishes to catch a glimpse of their future, and Sophie was fortunate enough to receive this opportunity. However, it came at the cost of relinquishing her present life and relationships.

    Time doesn’t wait for anyone. Sophie read the tale of her 80-year lifespan not in moments, but it took her a period of 80 years to do so. Her added gift was the petite box that safeguarded and confined her life. With this box, she could return to reality and restart her life from the exact point where she left off, armed with the knowledge she had gained from the book. As she was informed, the narrative of the book would be altered once she opened the box, and that’s precisely what occurred. Her restlessness, a fundamental issue that was thoroughly discussed in the book she read, altered her fate in the final analysis.

  • november comes slow

    november arrives slowly, lazily. november brings along the last of the year’s showers, she stirs grey into crimson evening skies and burns petrichor in the air, basks in the splendor of lightning and thundersong.

    •

    she was cloaked in a veil of crystal raindrops when i first met her.

    our eyes had locked together in that crowded hallway of time, fleetingly, and she’d smiled at me from behind her hand before getting lost in the whirlwind of the party again.

    we didn’t meet again until much later. a chance encounter at a library and she’d irrevocably drawn me in; her voice rich and soft as she spoke about the books she chose and placed into my hands while i walked alongside. it was warm whenever her fingers brushed against mine, but the smile she gave me when we parted later, my bag full of books she’d picked (for you, she’d said), was even warmer.

    october was waiting for me that day, hunched over the table with a puzzle, sighing as she tried to arrange the pieces in places that fit. she’d given me a tired, loving grin when i came home; then told me over a bowl of soup, a little sadly and with a firm squeeze of my shoulders, that her time was going to be over soon.

    a few days later, something that passed like the blink of an eye, and october was gone.

    her traces still lingered. the completed puzzle framed on the wall and the calm weather she’d crafted, among other things, outlived her transience.

    •

    november comes in on padded feet, quiet and soft, singing hymns of rain. the clouds, enchanted, bump into each other and weep, overwhelmed by the sudden shock. she giggles as she soothes them, running gentle hands through their fluff and streaking faint rainbows in the sky.

    her eyes crinkle in warm recognition when she sees me. “hello,” she greets like an old friend would, “hello, it’s lovely to meet you again.”

    her long hair is braided with thick stems, a few black strands slipping out and framing her face along with the blossoms from the vines. and her eyes—her eyes are beautiful pools of shimmering black and gold, wise and gentle, so kind. she’s seen more than i could ever imagine, but age has made her it’s lover; has settled upon her as gently as an early morning kiss.

    she’s in a saree the shade of pure copper and the silken shawl on her shoulders is the colour of wet earth. i can see the patterns of the universe dotted into the colours of her clothes, the stars in the silver of her earrings.

    she is beautiful.

    she looks like a mother.

    i nod at her. “it is nice to meet you too. i’ve been wanting to meet you for a while” i confess, and i’m overcome with a sudden shyness. i can feel the innocent heat on my cheeks.

    she laughs, and it’s such a delicate little thing.

    “i’ll bring us some tea” she says before vanishing into the depths of the house, taking her warmth with her. i feel a shiver pass down my spine, the autumnal chill finally settling in.

    she comes back with tea in earthen cups and sets them down, the cold subsiding. the dark liquid mirror reflects the depths of her eyes and through the floating tendrils of steam, she looks like someone, something stolen from a dream, a little hazy and tender around the edges; the illusion only broken by the clinking of her bangles when she moves.

    we drink together at the table of the moon, and i watch the shadows her eyelashes play upon her cheeks in the glow. even in her ethereal beauty, november is familiar, a comforting presence. she brings peace. in the momentary glint of her eyes, i see parts of me—or rather, parts i believe i’d like to see in myself.

    she looks up, and our eyes meet. she smiles from behind her cup and i feel something ache in the hollows of my chest. a faint throbbing, a butterfly’s wingbeat, something too precious to name.

    “be kind to my heart” i ask, a silent request i do not voice.

    she smiles then, and something flashes in her eyes again, mischievous yet kind; almost knowing. 

    •

  • TITLE: KITE THREAD IN MY HAND

    TITLE: KITE THREAD IN MY HAND

    Kite thread in my hand. My father by my side. A smile on both lips.A true feeling of happiness in both hearts.This incident that happened in my childhood is a life lesson that I cannot forget in my life.In  my childhood we used to play with kites.One day We both came up to the terrace to fly the kite.I felt very happy when I flew that kite as a child.At the same time, I realized why the kite should have been tied to that thread. A thought  popped  in my mind and I asked my father, if we pull the thread, the kite will fly with freedom  as it wanted to be,please daddy . I requested him to do that.He said with a small smile ok we will do as you said.After we cut the thread the kite flew very high and high.That makes me happy .After some time it fell down slowly on the ground.i felt upset I don’t know actually  what’s happening in that time.Then I looked at my father angrily asking why he didn’t tell me earlier.He calm down me and  said that i wanted you to know that Your life is like this kite, the thread supports the kite to fly within its limits.In your life, your parents are also like this thread, they are supporting you from the bottom to keep you  high as well as save you from fall downs .It does not mean that there is no freedom, it means that you should not fall down from high.this makes sense when I growing slowly.The lesson that not thought that day became a daily lesson to me.After he said,he gave me another kite to fly.After I never asked for freedom.my father on my side. A kite on the sky and kite thread in my hand.

  • “A Tale of Redemption: From Struggles to Success”

    “A Tale of Redemption: From Struggles to Success”

    It’s a story about a child who comes to study in a big city from a poor family.

    Once upon a time, there was a simple, intelligent and handsome boy who was most loved by his family. His grandparents mainly take care of him. His uncle takes care of his studies. After his uncle’s death, his parents plan to shift him to the city to study. The move to the city isn’t a small thing for his family. His parents were nervous and always said one thing, “Beta waha jaka padna ab, sirf sona nahi, sona kam kam”.

    After settling in a new city, he went to a tutoring institute and made new friends. He begins to enjoy his life with them and explore his life. He skips tutoring classes with his friends and starts smoking. He falls into the bad culture. After living an aimless life, he forgets all the dreams, which he set, when he came to the great city. He forgets the advice of his parents. He begins to lie to his parents. He has taken the opposite direction in life.

    As time runs out, he starts to get bored with his life, he begins to find the purpose of his life, so his friends suggest, finding a girl for time-pass.

    As the years passed, he destroyed his parents’ dreams and expectations that our son would save us from poverty. He did not pass a single exam, he failed in every aspect of his life because he never picked up a book or attended classes.

    He falls in love with the girl he finds for time-pass. But his parents do not agree with his marriage. So he goes opposite to his family and blackmails them saying, I will kill myself if you don’t let me marry. After some time, he meets another girl and starts dating her also. He starts cheating on true love, over whom he has fought with his parents. When his new girlfriend found out that he already had a girlfriend, she broke up with him.

    Finally, the day came when his true love broke up with him also, without giving him a reason. Breakups are very hurtful for boys, but only when girls do it first. He starts looking for the reason why she broke up with me.

    He starts acting like a “majnuu” and falls into depression over time. Once he knows his true love is dating someone. He gets all the answers to his life. He starts visualising his whole life. He opens his eyes and sees how he wasted his life and his parents’ dream of eradicating poverty.

    He gets the reason for the separation from his love, “You are unemployed at the age of 30”, and he gets the answer, “You are not loyal to your parents, how can I trust you?”

    After that, he starts to work on his growth and help his parents in day-to-day life.

    He struggles for money for a very long time because he wasted all his parents’ money to enjoy a purposeless life. Now he is paying the price for all his bad deeds.

    You reap what you sow

    He gets everything back that he sows in his life.

    After 3 years of hard work and struggle, he got a job, by remembering the slang that his true love give him the reason for the breakup, that you are unemployed at the age of 30. This is how a girl destroyed his life and also made his life again.

    Now he lives a meaningful life with his family again.

  • 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. 

  • Build your own personality:

    Build your own personality:

    Jenny was a shy and introverted girl who had just started high school. She was nervous about making friends and fitting in.

    After some time Jenny met a girl named Sarah in her English class and they quickly became friends. Sarah was outgoing and popular, and Jenny was happy to have someone to talk to. However, as the weeks went by, Jenny started to feel like she was living in Sarah’s shadow. Sarah was always the center of attention and Jenny felt like she was always in the background.

    One day, Sarah got in trouble for cheating on a test. Everyone in the school was talking about it and Sarah became and outcast. Jenny saw the opportunity to step up and show her worth. She helped Sarah study for the next test, and they both aced it. Jenny felt like she was more than just Sarah’s friend.

    Jenny started to become more confident and made more friends. She even joined the school’s drama club and landed a lead role in the school play.

    Jenny realized that she didn’t need to live in anyone’s shadow. She was her own person and had her own talents and strengths. She continued to grow and excel in high school, and eventually went on to college to pursue her dream of becoming an actress.

    Jenny’s experience in high school taught her a valuable lesson about self-confidence and the importance of being true to oneself. She never forgot the friends she made along the way, and always remembered the lesson she learned from them.

  • The diary of Grandma

    Sarah, was a thirteen years old girl, who lived at New York City with her parents and had a two years old brother and grand mom. She was a naughty and curious girl.She hated her grandma as she used to scold her for being too naughty .She saw her grandma listening to songs and crying by looking at her old photos.Whenever she tried to ask her why she did so,her grandma tried to hide her tears and scolded her away.

    Sarah noticed her dad going to the basement apartment and not letting her in. She used to cry and became agitated by this. She was curious about what would be there inside. One day Sarah took a chance and tried to slip inside the apartment but her father saw her and let her out again. She was completely irritated by this.

    One day her parents got a wedding invitation. They went to the wedding along with her grandma but left her brother and her at home and asked her to take care of her brother. When her brother slept. She went down to the basement.

    She saw a lot of old stuff there , scattered here and there. She was scared. Then she saw a beautiful old chest there. She opened it and found some toys in that. Also she found a diary which belonged to her grandma. She saw her photos in that, her school time pictures, then she read the last page of the diary where her grandma wrote that she wanted to study further and make her parents proud, but her parents got her married and that page was written one day before her marriage. Sarah cried by reading this and got the reason why her grandma was never happy. She kept everything back and came upstairs.

    When Sarah’s grandma came home with her parents, she greeted her with a handmade card saying “Thank you and I love you Grandma , I will make you proud one day”. Her grandma remembered her days and cried tears of happiness that her granddaughter has started dreaming of her life ahead and she said, ” Go ahead my sweet child, I will always support you and never let anyone stop you from chasing your dreams “. Her parents became emotional and everyone hugged each other. 

  • 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.’

    *

  • 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.