Story: The Boy Who Loved To Read

Story: The Boy Who Loved To Read

Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of 50$.

However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page, it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.

There, in bold print, was MRP 7.99$

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A tree or a plant 

What did I asked from you? 

Except a tiny place to stand lifelong, 

Fortunate are those who can wander place to place, 

We are the only living creature be forever in a same place. 

Still we are happy,  accepting our fate, 

Happy to play our role well, 

Take CO2 and give immense O2,

Still am I burden to you. 

I bring rain and give some shade, 

If I grow a little more you will cut me with Blade,  

Still I happily bear the pain, 

Even though it’s not in my control. 

I don’t mind if you cut away completely us, 

Make us disappear from this earth, 

But still I will think of you,  

How will you leave without me? 

Who will give you oxygen, 

The shade,  the coolness, 

The food to eat,  furnitures to sit, 

Control the heavy winds,  and the thunderings, 

Who will my child will take care of you? 

Am I not also like your mother who takes care of you, 

I will be as you want me to be, 

Coz I can’t shout,  scream,  nor fight,

My crazy dreams #2

I met HIM again and was Blissful 

Why not be I?  How many are so lucky? 

Strange but it was during a marriage occasion, 

I went to HIM and beside HIM was my grandma, 

In his most dynamic and humble voice, “bolo beta”

That magical voice can soothen your mind, 

It will give you peace of mind, 
But I had a bigger issue,  

Obviously for everyone their issue is the biggest, 

I introduced myself, 

I’m a Silver of your organization, 

“Oh accha beta bolo”

“Yes Sir main kuch Kar nahi paraha”

and my grandma came in between, 

Though we didn’t bother about what she was telling, 

Sir then said meet me after a while, 

And then I met him again, 

Saying Samething same problem, 

He started giving a example, 

Something about a school which is at Delhi, 

Trying to recall it’s name, 

He was walking here and there 

Scratching his head and me waiting for his continuation, 

He made a call and asked that School’s name, 

Turning towards me beta it’s unkid school, 

I was confused with the name, 

I repeated,  “UNKID”?