A magical piece from Mark Twain.
Tom Sawyer is a naughty kid. A happy go lucky kid. He is going to make a great grandfather having numerous adventurous stories of his own to tell his grand kids.
What a book! What a delight to read! Every page is entertaining. Captures the childhood days elegantly. The books ends wanting one to read more.
Little Adiv was new to the place. He used to peek out of his new home window to see the things around. He used to use a little four legged bench to stand on. It was his new favorite pass time doings. Adiv was a little scared to step out and make new friends as it was a new place to him.
He used to enjoy the view where other kids used to rush home every evening from the school and in five minutes they all used to assemble in the ground. Then it was all the kids play party. They used to play like there is nothing else in the world that matters. There used to be screams, howls, laughs and more than everything, the happiness. The play used to go on until the elders used to shriek at their kids to come back home and start their home work which usually used to happen a little later the sunset.
One day, after observing little Adiv peeking from the window many a times, the kids rushed to his home, conversed with his mother and took Adiv to the ground. They all introduced themselves to Adiv and in a moment the play started. Adiv had got many new friends. He no more felt he was new to the place. There was joy, happiness, cheerfulness, fun and everything that made the childhood bright. He got friends who used to share the food, games, naughtiness, friendship bonds, promises, trust and above all, the ones who made and gave him thousands of memories.
Today, Adiv, in his late seventies, sitting on his arm chair, looking at the kids play, could recollect all the childhood memories. He had the little tears running down the cheeks.
Life!
Short story “Extra and Ordinary” is written for the Mondays Finish the Story Challenge – June 15, 2015. The task is, given the image and starting line, to complete the story in 100 to 150 words.
At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. It was not ordinary because it was with him all through his childhood and even when there was no one else to play around. It was not at all ordinary because it had undergone many patches and still was his favorite toy that had stayed with him from past many years. It was more than ordinary because the day since he had become orphan, this was the only memory he had representing his past. It was extra-ordinary because whenever he held it in his hands he felt the upbeat as it was his father’s first gift.
More importantly, he had not seen it all past these years and it was one of the first things he wanted to see. He had finally earned enough money for his operation. He was getting his eyes operated in hours and doctors had assured that he would be able to see.
Jon was getting his greatest birthday gift on his 50th birthday!
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
The multi-colored peppermints,
Where are they gone without a hint?
The smell of mud at rainy day,
What a pleasure, must i say!
Soothing favorite Airtel ringtone,
Always ringing on my phone!
Alas, there i see my childhood,
Bringing alive thoughts for food.
Its PH 