Attraction

"Here, have this Khatti-Meethi Gooli".

Ali-bhai has lured hundreds of children with this statement, but this boy was unfazed. This worked on most of the childred, he thought to himself. He could then go on and sell them wherever he could, there is such a huge demand. Ali-bhai then produced a Kit-Kat from his pocket. The boy still remained still. Ali-bhai watched him closely now. He was thin and pale, eyes had a stony silence in them. Ali-bhai started searching for something bigger in his pouch, and then finally pulled out the doll. "Come take it, he told". This time there was some reaction from the boy. Screaming loudly, Asif ran away, crying .... away from the attraction.

Ali-bhai muttered, "What a strange boy".........

Mother's Love

The cub was crying.

Her heart ached. She was a lioness, but the sight of her cub crying out of hunger caused her unbearable pain. She set out for the hunt. She stalked the plains for a prey. There was a small herd of goats grazing near the babool tree. Without wasting time, she launched her attack. The herd ran in all directions, only a pair of goats remained still. It was a she-goat and with her a baby-goat. This was easy for the lioness.

She walked slowly towards them. The baby goat did not understand the over looming danger and was calm. The she-goat however was terrified, but held her ground to protect her baby. The lioness sniffed both of them and then roared.....

The She-goat said weakly, "Please spare my child, eat me. You may also be a mother. Please spare my child."

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Hunger now satisfied the cub was now in a playful mood and played chase with the monkeys. The lioness too took rest under the shade, and smacked her lips and wondered, the tender flesh of the baby goat was really tasty.

Silence

It rained again..........

He loved watching the rain. It always made the environment cool. It also brought silence. Silence due to the empty traffic on the road. Silence due to the people, birds and animals that have taken shelter in their nests. The loud silence of the downpour....

Far away, she was also watching the rain, in silence..........

Flowers by the Roadside

What an insignificant, low life they have !

Asif was referring to the little yellow flowers that grew on the roadside. He often wondered why these flowers grew. Why they bloomed, why they stared at all the people that pass by the roadside. The flowers never did anything productive in their lifetime, they just bloom and then fade away one day.

Abbu understood the turmoil in Asif's mind. Only he knew that the flowers bloom irrespective of the weather conditions, and that they smile and pass on their fragrance to the people who pass by the roadside.