Tag: LITERATURE

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The Sugar.

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They have put a big photo of his on the wall.

Everyday I come and have my share of sugar, candies, sweetmeat from the plate infront of his photo.

He never cares or says no.

One day a dozen of sweet banana and incense sticks were kept.No sugar. I waited underneath the platform.

Nope.

None came.

His photo told me “I am God . Today you go to the kitchen and fetch your food.”

I went running and saw the sugar container is slant and the lid was not kept properly.

I got my food.Thank you God.

I am a big black ant.

Adiis!

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A Pistachio.

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A pistachio was is in Jonathan’s pocket. He was completely unaware of it.

He had finished his homework and was now going to his friend Lily’s home. Soon a bird started following him. He ignored it. But the bird didn’t. It went after him till Lily’s house and settled on the roof.

When he came out the bird followed him till his own house.

Jonathan didn’t think much of it. The bird made a low sound -“tnew, tnew”.

Jonathan looked at it and jerked his head, as if asking it, that what did it want?

A Sparrow.

The bird sat quietly on the letter box.

Jonathan looked at it for a while and casually put his hands into his pockets and found a pistachio in it.

He brought it out and threw it to the bird..

The bird caught it in a swift motion and gobbled it up.

Jonathan went the front of his house and looked back. The bird had flown away.

He was very surprised. Before going to bed, he told his mother all about it and she asked him to not bother much about it.She kissed him and told him to sleep nicely in his snuggly and warm pillow and blanket.

The next morning they met again.

Adios!

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A Good Biscuit.

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A good biscuit,

Fills my life.

Be it Sunday or Monday.

A good biscuit,

Gives such a relief,

That whether you are angry or happy,

All boils down to the fact that,

Whether the biscuit is crunchy or not.

Whether it can resist breaking down,

When dipped in tea.

If not, then change your biscuit.

If it can then, go to the kitchen make yourself a cup of tea.

And have it by dipping biscuit into it.

Adios!

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A Thought.

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A thought came into my mind.

It said-“Shall I do this or do that?”.

I kept quiet.

The thought too kept quiet.

After a few minutes,

The thought again asked,

“Have you decided?”

I kept quiet.

At last, when everything was cool and calm,

The thought took another shot at me.

“Say, say” it danced while poking me.

Nearly after half an hour,

The thought asked me-“Are you deaf? Can’t you hear that I am asking an important question? “.

I ignored it.

Adios!

N.B.-I thought that it began ignoring me too. Relief at last.Phew!