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The Train And Its Noise.

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A train means constant journey, movement and nonstop incoming and outgoing of people.

In the olden days and even now, there are many trains which run completely full to the T. You can’t move an inch, a cm or even a millimetre. Even if you think that you have, you will find that you are exactly there where you were before. Not only small nations, but developed countries have this problem.

In such vociferous trains you would find hawkers, beggars and food sellers making a lot of noise.

The noise sometimes become so high that people sitting inside compartments achieve zen automatically. When there is such high volume of activities going on outside,your brain atunes itself to let all the sound pass away and this it does by ignoring everything else.But, if you ignore your destination, then you are surely going to make a round trip back to it.

Many hawkers shout-“Buy chocolate, torch light, books”

The passengers who pass by that hawker say-“Move aside man, let me go.”

This adds to more noise and chaos.

When the train stops at a station, the people hustling and bustling there also add few degrees of decibels to the noise.

Noise and train journey goes hand in hand.

A train and its journey is beautiful save that it must not be crowded.

It is general view which I have mentioned.

Train itself makes a lot of noise-“Cooo jhigg jhigg jhigg.”

And Vamos.

Adios!

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The Beautiful Primrose.

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The beautiful primrose,

Is what we have bought.

Ma and me, have arranged it in our drawing room,

And they look resplendent.

These flowers are called “Shiuli” in Bengali,

My maternal grandmother liked them a lot.

She used to collect them from her garden everyday,

And used to arrange it in such a way,

Which looked billion times beautiful than what is known as art these turbulent and economic days.

The beautiful primrose looks very happy to be in our house.,

And we have seen it after many days.

The happiness is unlimited and unboundful for us,

As it our favourite flower,

Ask us any day.

Adios!

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When It Sums Up To Zero.

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When it sums up to zero,

A miracle occurs,

What was before,

Is now forever.

The miracle did exist before,

But was hidden.

As It leads to nowhere,

It was unknown and unseen.

As the result is zero,

Expect all to be zero.

For zero was,

And will be,

Except God.

Who is not zero,

But he is the real Man of the Match,

And he is the truest hero.

Adios!

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Little Jonathan And His Ball.

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Little Jonathan is aged four years. He can sing a few songs and he has a ball.

The ball is a singing ball. It can record and play back recorded voices.

The good thing about the ball is that, you can bounce it as much as you want, but its recording and play back ability won’t get destroyed. That’s how it has been made. It can play children songs which are inbuilt into it.

Recently, Jonathan had visited his uncle’s house in Amsterdam and had forgotten his ball there.

Upon reaching his home In Madrid, Spain, he became highly disappointed and constantly pestered his parents for a few days to take him back to Amsterdam, so that he could have his ball back.

His parents assured him that soon they would. For a few days, he checked up with them and then he forgot all about his ball.

Nearly four weeks later, a courier boy came to Jonathan’s door. Jonathan’s mother received the package and it was from her brother, whom she had visited in Amsterdam.

In that courier was Jonathan’s ball and big box of chocolates.

Immediately, she called up her brother and asked that why had he couriered the ball back?

Do you know what his reply was?

“Jonathan’s father asked me to do so. Two days back he called me up and asked me to send the ball back and he has paid for the courier and chocolate box has been sent by me.”

Jonathan’s mother was very surprised. Why would her husband ask the ball back from her brother’s  and pay for a costly courier service?

In the evening when Tim (Jonathan’s father) came back, Patricia ( Jonathan’s mother) asked him that why had he asked for the ball back from her brother. The reason for her asking was that the courier service had costed nearly 200 Euros, believe it or not.

For few minutes, Tim gave vague answers. Patricia become more suspicious. The next morning, she couldn’t find the chocolate box anywhere.

She had searched for it everywhere.

In the afternoon, she found the box of chocolates.

The next day, she found out the reason, why Tim had paid for that costly courier. It was because, he had been fond of that singing ball and when his son was sulking for a few days after coming back home from Amsterdam, he had made his mind to get the ball back for his son. So, he had saved some money from his daily expenses regularly and when enough was saved he paid for the courier service and brought the ball back for his son.

To buy a new singing ball would have been cheaper, but he loved his son’s singing, so he got the original ball back for him.

Adios!