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Vanilla-The Rustic Girl.

One upon a time,in a far away village, Vanilla, a village rustic girl resided. She used to spend her days playing and hoping around and skipping.

She was and still is a master in skipping.Once at a time at least one hundred and fifty skips, she used to do without losing her breath.

Her father Mr.Rodricks, was a small time farmer who had his own small farm surrounding his home.

He had a wife, a daughter, a son. His sister lived far away from him and hardly ever bothered to keep in touch with him.

Since, his childhood his mother, had taught him that, the less that you have, the more successful and happier that you would be.So, he was always contended with whatever little he could earn.

His farm consisted of delight and happiness in measures of strawberries,mulberries, lemons,brinjals,tomatoes, of two pigs and a cow.They a had small scarecrow placed in the farm.

The scarecrow was Vanilla’s friend as she used to swing and go around it many times a day.

As a result, the scarecrow would sometimes become bent from excessive swinging and seeing that she would rush to her father and bring him out to correct the scarecrow.

She would attend the school twice a week, as her father couldn’t pay for more than that and she was very happy with, because then she could help her mother in her daily works and could take nice care of her brother. The village school had the option of attending classes for two days or four days or six days a week.A student’s parent who selected the two days or four days a week method, had to ensure that his /her child was home schooled, so that he/she would be upto date with her studies.

Her school would start at eleven in the morning and get over at one-fifteen in the afternoon,every Monday and Friday.Therefore, every morning at seven, she would go out to sell whatever was the fresh produce of her farm that day.

The village road-side market was a lively place.Each morning, sellers would come and settle themselves opposite the village shops and shout at the top of their voices-“buy from us,buy from us, coriander six rupees for two bunches.Lemons – eight for ten !”.

Vanilla, would be seen there with a small basket in hand, trying to sell her farm’s produce.

While her friend Joseph went to school, he noticed her every morning.Without fail, from Monday to Saturday,she would be there trying to sell her farm products.

He liked having berries, so he used to buy berries from her, regularly.

The other road side sellers would become angry with her for trying sell her farm products, near their placements and they would try to shoo her away.

She would be in her full spirit, indomitable and she would go and stand somewhere else and pursue the passing by customers, to buy the vegetables from her basket.

Her eyes would be sparkling always and there would be three to four stars twinkling in her eyes.

Sometimes, she would sell lemons, some days  she would sell tomatoes and sometimes she would sell spinach or sometimes she would sell something else.

On Sundays, her father would go to the main village market.There the market would sit every Sunday and people from other towns and nearby cities would come to sell their products and many customers would buy their products sometimes cheap or sometimes a bit costly.By the end of the selling hour, all the sellers would readily sell their products at half-price and then they would go home.On these days, Vanilla remains very happy with her father.

One day, while he was buying berries from her, he asked her-“the sellers shoo you everyday, but still how do you manage to sell your vegetables?”

Vanilla-“Let them shoo me.It doesn’t matter.I know one day the King will come and he will definitely do his job of answering them”

“Why would the king answer them? He is the King after all.”

“Its’ the King’s duties to help his people and he is sworn to do that”.

“If he doesn’t come, then?”

“I told you already, that he will come.”

With my full faith, I know that the king is coming.

 

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Vegan Diet?

Do you have fascination for vegan diets? Do you love them? Well then good for you.

I don’t follow vegan diet or know anything about it. The term vegan diet and it’s meaning is something completely new to me.

To me, vegan diet sounds like having only green vegetables and no meat or milk.

Then I asked my friend Joshua and he said a bit to me about it.

I understood half of it from what he told me; but hoorrah, I got the gist of it.

Then I realized that eight years back I was on vegan diet, as my dietician had put me on it and the only difference was that it was not called vegan diet then, it was called dieting under a dietician and I had lost a lot of weight.

In the morning -only plain oats and as a gift on Sundays- strawberry fruits and nuts muesli.

In that strict dieting, there were three new entrants-Brown rice,quinoa and broccoli. The quinoa salad was simply too much for me and I would start crying silently on seeing it.Quinoa salad is the only food that takes me thirty minutes to have.Each time I had them and I longed more for tasty meals cooked by Ma.

Stomach bellies and dieting don’t go on too well with each other, as known by all who diet.All fascinating food items such as cakes and chocolates keep on calling us. So to overcome all food temptations,balanced dieting is very necessary.

So happy dieting.

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Stamped and not Returned= -$15.

Lilie my dear friend, lives in London. Her house is near the Big Ben. Now for many days I had been telling many of my friends that some things need to be written personally and not just made way with smileys and emojis. As per the trend of the new generation, none of my friends write hand written letters anymore. Letters hold a special value.For me it contains the essence of one’s feelings, emotions and well wishes.

I had known her since I was ten years old. Then she moved to the other parts of the world and is now settled in London. So, I had written her a letter and posted it through regular mail.

Well after that luck favoured her and she won an all sponsored trip to Ireland and went straight to Ireland and eventually my letter couldn’t reach her. Now, all this time I hadn’t known that she wasn’t in London, otherwise I would have not sent her the letter.

Now when I called her up to know that whether she had received it or not, she says-“I have won an all sponsored trip to Ireland and I am holidaying in Ireland” and suddenly hangs up the phone.It was extremely rude of her to do that.After that I hadn’t spoken to her anymore.

So, I am waiting for the letter to be returned to me.

Well then,I simply spent $15 (as the width of the envelope was bit too big) for it being stamped and being given back to me.

Still it is stamped and not returned.

Somehow I still feel that one must not give up letter writing and yes, of course! It shouldn’t cost anyone on this whole earth to post a letter for $15 and then have the luck of no one receiving it.

Well that letter also contained a few gifts and they are a nice greetings card,a fiction story book and a Google play voucher worth $25 and I am really worried about them.

I am praying to God that I get my greetings card, the story book and the play voucher as soon as possible, so that I can buy new games on Google play and can read the book as I have not read it before and I want to display the greetings card on the side table of my drawing room and ever again if I write a letter to her, I will send it through e-mail (without any gifts) or she would have to reimburse me the letter posting fare.Then whether the letter is stamped or not stamped or returned or not returned, I wouldn’t give a damn.

Overall it losing $15 is better than losing $47(The cost of postage and the gifts).

Surprisingly, last night,I received a call from her and she said to me-

“Why did you call me up, when I was in Dublin? It cost me four pounds, to answer your silly call!”

I replied-“Lilie, your sudden trip to Ireland cost me fifteen dollars!.”

She says-“What fifteen dollars?”.

Then, I explained to her everything.

She replied-“What! you had sent me the latest book of that series with a Google play card of $25!Please post them back to me again and this I swear to God, that I will receive them this time”.

My reply-“In your dreams”.

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A Happy Cabbage.

Few days back I bought a cabbage and kept it on the dining table. After two hours or three hours, Ma asked me for it, as she was going to cut it and cook it.The moment I went to pick it up, I saw the cabbage smiling. I was very surprised and taken aback and in shock I sat down thumpingly on the sofa. Looked again at the cabbage from a different angle and was relieved to see that it was looking like a regular cabbage. So,I got up to get it and again I saw that cabbage was smiling.This time I smiled back and the cabbage was still smiling. I turned my head to my right and with a sudden jerky motion I looked at the cabbage and I found that it was not smiling. After a few minutes I saw it again and it was smiling then. Now I was in a fix, wondering what to do?

Ma was busy preparing the meal, so she hadn’t noticed that I hadn’t brought the cabbage to her. Ma came into the dining room and took the cabbage and the salt shaker with her. I was roaming about here and there and when I saw that Ma was about to cut the cabbage, I rushed to her and told her-“Ma, don’t cut the cabbage.It is a smiling cabbage”.

Ma said-“What did you say?”

I replied-“Ma, I was about to bring you the cabbage, but I saw that it was smiling.”

Ma-“Son, I need this cabbage for cooking the lunch.”

I-“Ma, what will happen to it’s happiness, that it was spreading?”

Ma-“Don’t worry son.I will ask the cabbage to spread it’s happiness into the cabbage dish.”

I believed Ma’s words, for they are like a guideline and took a look at the cabbage one more time and it was not smiling.It simply waited on my mother’s chopping board, waiting to be cut up, like the other vegetables.

I ate the cabbage dish and it did taste marvelous, but it was not due to the smiling cabbage, it was because Ma had cooked it.

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