Some Beautiful Storys

the lost child

      A child goes  to a fair with his parent he is happy and excited and wants the sweets and toys displayed there.
but his parents do not buy them for him why then does he refuse when someone else offers them to him?

     It was the festival of spring. from the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a Gaily clad humanity. some wolked, some rode on horses ,other sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts .
on little boy Ran between his father's legs brimming over with life and laughter.

     "Come, child come," called his parents as he lagged behind, fascinated by the toys in the shops that lined the way .

      he hurried towards his parents his feet obedient to their call ,his  eyes still lingering  On The receding toys .
as he came to where they had stopped to wait for him, he could not suppress the desire of his heart ,even  though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes.

         "  I want that toy," he played.
  his father looked at him red- eyed,  in his familir tyrant's way.his  mother, melted by the free spirit of the day was tender and giving him her finger to hold, to hold,  said,
       " look child ,what is before you!"
it  was a flowering mustard -field ,pale like melting gold as it Swept acrocess miles and miles of even land.

     A group of dragon flies where burstling about on their Gaudy purple wings, intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterfly  in search of sweetness from the flowers.
the child Followed  them in the air with his gaze, till one of them would still its wings and rest, and he would try to catch.
  but it would go fluttering, flapping ,up into the air, when he had almost  caught it in his hands.
then is mother gave a cautionary  call:
        "Come, child, come, come  on to the footpath. "

           He ran towards his parent Gaily and walked  abreast of them for a while, being,homevre  soon left Behind, attracted by the little insects and worms along the footpath that were teeming out from their hiding place to enjoy the sunshine.

       "  Come ,child , come !"his parents called from the shade of a grove where they had seated themselves on the edge of a well .
he Run toward them.
A shower of young flowers fell upon the child as he entered the grove, and, forgetting his parents ,he began to gether the raining petals in his hands.

but lo! he heard the cooing  of doves the ran towards his parents, shouting,
       " the dove! The  raining petals dropped from his forgotten  hands.

       "  Come, child,come!" they called to the child, who had now gone running in wild capers round The Banyan tree ,and gathering him up they took the narrow winding Footpath which led to the fire through  the mustard fields.
As they neared  the village the child could see many other footpaths full of throngs , converging to the Whirlpool of the fire, and felt at  once repelled and fascinated by the confusion of the world he was entering.
               A sweetmeat seller howked,
" Gulab- Jaman, Rasagulla, Barfi ,Jalebi," at the corner of the entrance and a crowd prassed round his counter at the foot of an architecture of many coloured sweets, decorated with leaves of silver and gold.
       the child started open his favourite sweet .
      "I want that Barfi," he  slowly murmured.
     but he half knew as he begged that his  plea  would not be heeded because his parent would say he was gready .
so without waiting for an answer he moved on.

          A flower - seller  hawked,,"A garland  of gulmohur, a garland  of gulmohur!"
         The child  seemed  irresistibly  drawn.

       He went towards the basket where the flowers Lay heaped and half murmured,
  "I want that garland.

"but he well knew his parents would refuse to buy him those flowers because they would say that they were cheap .
          so ,without waiting for an answer, he moveed on.

        A man stood holding a pole with yellow, red ,green and purple balloons flying from it .
the child was simply carried away by the Rainbow glory of their Silken colours and he was field with an overwhelming desire  to possess them all .
but he well knew   his parents would never buy him The Balloons because they would say he was too old to play with such toys .
        so he walked on farther.
A snake -charmen Stood  playing a flute to a snake which coiled itself in a basket, its head raised in a graceful bend like the neck of a swan, while the music stole into its invisible ears like the gentle trppling of an invisible waterfall .
       the child went towards the snake-charmen but, knowing his  parents had forbidden him to hear such course music as the snake -charmen played,he proceeded  farther.

          There was a round about in full swing .
men, women ,and children, carried away in a whirling motion, shrinked and cried with Dizzy laughter .
     the child was them intently and then he made bold request:
        " I want to go on the round about, please ,father ,mother."

            There was no reply. he turn to look at his parents.
they were not there, ahead of him .
      he turned to look on either side. they were not there .
    he looked behind there was no sing  of them .
        A full ,deep cry Rose within his dry throat and with a Sudden jerk of his body he Ran from where he is stood, crying in real fear " mother, father" .
    Tears rolled  down from his eyes, hot and fierce; his flushed  face was convulsed with fear.

Panic-stricken,he random one  side  first,
then to the other, hither  and  thither  in all directions ,knowing not where go to

" mother ,father ",he wailed.
  His  yellow  turban came untied and his cloths become Muddy.

   Having run to and fro in a rage of running for a while, he stood defeated, his cries suppressed into sobs.
At little distances on the green grass he could see ,through his filmy eyes ,men and women talking .
he tried to look intently among the patches of bright yellow clothes, but there was no sign of his father and mother among these people ,who seemed to laugh and  talk just for the sake of laughing and talking.

        He ran quickly again ,this time to a Shrine to which people seemed to be crowding .
every little inch of  space here was congested with men, but he Ran through people's legs, his little  sob lingering :       "mother ,father!" near the entrance to the temple, however the crowd become very thick :men  jostled each other,  heavy  men, with flashing,murderous  eyes  and hafty Shoulders .
     the poor child struggled to Thrut a way between their feet but, knocked to and  fro by  their brutal movements,he might have been trampled  underfoot, had  he not  shrinked  at the  highest  pitch of his  voice, " father, mother!"A man  in the surging  crowd  heard  his  cry and, stopping with great difficulty,lifted him up in his arms.

            "How did you get here, child? whose baby  are you?"

the man asked as he steered clear of the mass.
the child Wept more bitterly than ever now and only cried,
      " I want my mother, I want my father!"
the man tried to soothe him  by taking him to the round about .
    "will you have a ride on the horse ?"
    he gently asked as he approached the ring .
the child's throat tore into a thousand strill sobs and  he only shouted," I want my mother, I want my father!"

       The man headed towards the place where the snake -Charmer still played on the flute to the swaying Cobra.
    " listen to that nice music ,child!" He pleaded  .
     but the child shut  his  ears with his fingers and shouted his double pitched strain:

" I want my mother, I want my father!" the man took him near the balloons, thinking the bright Colours Of The Balloons would distract  the child's attention and quieten him .would you like a Rainbow coloured balloon ?"he persuasively asked .

the child turned his eyes from the flying balloons and just sobbed,
"I want my mother, I want my father!" the man ,still trying to make the child happy ,bore him to the gate where the flower -seller set .
"look! can you smell those nice flowers, child !would you like a garland to put round your neck ?"

         The child turned his nose away from the basket and reiterated his sob ,

         "I want my mother I want my father !"
      thinking to humour is disconsolate charge by a gift of sweets ,the man took him to the counter of the sweet shop.    

     " what sweets would you like, child?" He asked .
the child turned his face from the sweet shop and only sobbed,
" I want my mother ,I want my father!"