In the middle of a sprawling meadow stood a strong old Silver Maple. The tree had been there forever between the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere. It saw everything that went by knew everyone that went past.
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That night he slept out in the lawn in a sleeping bag in the tent the window of the tent allowing him to look up at the glowing Santa on the rooftop whenever he felt like it.
A new virus was going around and the world was in lock-down. Rouchen was all alone at home since he was not allowed to go out with his parents and didi had not come in today because the world was on lock-down. Mummy and Papa had stepped out for ten minutes, they wanted to go pick up milk, bread, curd and assorted stuff. They had to go because didi had not come to work today usually she was the one who did all the procurement. Also mamma did not like the idea of sending out dad alone for these grocery […]
Klaus the house mouse lived in the brick house at the top of the street. He rarely if ever left his home however he was known well to each and every resident on the street. They knew him as the loud mouse. Everybody had heard Klaus, dare I say, loud and clear. He made no concessions even for the odd funeral procession and when he got started in the shower there was no amount of cotton in the ear that could save your eardrums. For Klaus was a noisy mouse indeed, whatever he did was LOUD. Every resident on the […]
(The seed of this story came from Ira. She wanted me to write a story about a very very very very big mango tree)…. Rashid woke up before the cockerel again today, quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face and ran out into the courtyard. The cockerel was startled and so were the two male goats in their enclosure. He went straight to the large mango tree standing stout at the very corner of the courtyard. This year was looking exceptionally good. The tree was laden heavily with large bunches of juicy looking mangoes. Pity he wasn’t allowed to […]
Monku was growing up to be an exceptionally inquisitive and smart monkey. He loved to read and what he didn’t understand he would go and ask grandpa, dad or mom, sometimes all three. So he was reading this book which talked of leprechauns and how they hide pots of gold at the ends of rainbows. Monku wasn’t so convinced so he went and asked gramps, “is there a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?”. Gramps thought about it for a second and then said “no, but then no one has seen the end of a rainbow either”. […]
Monku was 7 years old now and fast growing into a rebellious pre-teen like so many others in his age group. He questioned everything and never agreed to anything without a trade. Dad was growing increasingly anxious and impatient with the boy. This was a time when things could go horribly wrong or beautifully right for a growing monkey kid. Like every morning the day began early. At the breakfast table though it was only dad and son as mom had left last evening to visit the grandparents. Dad moved the glass of chocolate milk in front of Monku and […]
A short story that I made up on the go while trying to put the kids to sleep last night…. (and now its on repeat play) Once upon a time there was a baby monkey, lets call him Monku. this picture is for representational purposes only…. no relationship with the real Monku…. oh and no animals were actually hurt/tested or harmed for the writing of this story :))His parents were a worried lot because he was five years old and he did not speak properly. In his class at school also the teachers and his fellow students had given up […]