HEERA

Teacher was asking questions in the class. She asked questions to students one by one .

All students answered correctly .The students have learnt well. Teacher became very happy .

The teacher asks the most difficult question to HEERA. Because Heera is the brightest student in the class. Heera can answer questions correctly in such a way that every one understands it. Heera tops in all examinations one in the class loves her.
Teacher asked question to Heera.She stood up to give answer.

I noticed that Heera's face was dull and dim the day.
All of a sudden Heera fell down fainting.Teacher ran out near to Heera.She took Heera on her lap.Sprayed water on her face.Cared her softly.
Heera opened eyes slowly.Her eyes reflected pain and sorrow.
" What did you eat in the morning" Teacher asked Heera.

Heera's eyes were soaked with tears.
Heera's father is a head load worker.Mother goes for household work.Heera also joins mother on holidays to help her.Now Heera's father is hospitalised.Mother is also with him in the hospital.So Heera became alone in the home.
Teacher kissed her on the forehead.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Heera is a precious diomond.Not only in my class, but also in the socity. She is the glittering one. Let us hope to elevate her from the bottom mud to the surface water like a lotus.

ON THE TIP OF JACKFRUIT TREE

[ Story published in the school annual 2006: malayalam]

There is an Old Jackfruit Tree in our school yard. We call it ammuma plavu [Grandma Tree]. Our Principal has maintained its base so well with brick platform.  We play there during intervel.It has always been a funny place for us to paly. 
One day I spoted a bird's nest on the tip of a lower branch.
A beautiful honey sparrow was watching us from inside the nest.
It had red eye, dark beak, shinig bule feather and black sharp hair..
So cute...I called it MEETU.We saw another bird around. Her partner.
Meetu always looks at us playing. She looks at us with love.
I watched it every day.On one lunch time , I noticed that Meetu was not in the nest.
Then I managed to look into the nest.
I saw two small eggs. So full of spots.Small and beatiful.
Teacher told us not to disturb it again. Meetu has to give warmth to the eggs.
Then only it will hatch out to young ones....the baby birds.
Then we became very cautious. Meetu still watch us from inside the nest.Her partner always around.
During another intervel I heard voice from the nest . 
I saw two small little baby birds.The same red eye. The same blue feather on neck.The same long black hair.The same dark beak.The twins. Meetu's own children.
I love it.
Meetu flew in with food. She and her partner were busy fetching food for the young.
The baby birds look out eagerly for the parents to return with food.
I wanted to take the baby birds to my home.
" No" Teacher said." The babies need to get warmth from mother. Then only they grow healthy."
" Birds need to fly freely. Then only they will be happy"
" Cageing is cruel than death"Teacher told me..
"The sparrow feed on honey from flowers".
."Then only flowers can bear fruits". "Let the sparrows have enough honey and fly aloft in the sky." Teacher advised.
Had there been a lot of flowering garden in my school !! I hoped !
.Our meetu and her little babies could drink stomach  full of honey..

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JANKI

 

JANKI
[This is a story of a girl whom I met while travelling in a train with my father.]

I was about to enter waiting car with my father at the railway station.
There I saw a girl crying aloud with a baby boy at her lap.She was the girl who came to us singing songs in the train. She received coins from the passengers.
I asked Achjan [my father] to enquire.
We moved to her.She was weeping panically.Her face was tense with fear.We found the baby boy shivering with high fever.We rushed him to hospital.The doctors gave him medicine.The baby boy then began sleeping calmly.She sat by his bed side.
"What is your name ?" I asked.
"Janky" She replied.
The baby boy was her kunjaniyan[little brother].They were orphans.They lived in the railway platform.Janky and her kunjaniyan sang songs in the trains.Passengers gave them coins. Janky and her kunjaniyan took food on those coins.
It was heavy rain in the last night. Janky and her kunjaniyan slept in the platform under cold wind and rain.The boy got fever on the next morning.
He was unable to go with chechi[elder sister] for singing in the train.So she went alone.As soon as the train reached the station , Janky ran out to the tea stall. She bought bun and tea for kunjaniyan and rushed to him.
Janky called him. She called him aloud. But the boy didnot respond.He was shivering with high fever. Janky was shocked.She became afraid.
Janky cried loud and loud because she had only her kunjaniyan in this world.
I touched her cheek and told her...
" You are not alone.
We are always with you."
Janky smiled happily.
===============22-2-2006=======Story narrated in class annual day==Standard 2A===