Once upon a time in India, there was a little boy named Naeb. He was not from a well-to-do family and was still studying without any form of stable income. Everyday he had to walk a long distance to school barefooted but he never once grumbled to his windower mother.
The sharp stones on the way hurt his sole everyday. He would try to concentrate on taking in the beautiful scenery and observing interesting people and happenings in his journey and in a way he forgets the pain temporarily.
One day, along his journey to school, a new toy shop started business. On the shop window were plenty of interesting toys. Most kids his age would love the more popular toys like dinosaurs and robots or for girls, dolls. However, Naeb had taken an fondness for a second hand broken string puppet.
It was almost totally functional except that one limb of the puppet was damaged beyond repair. Having learnt some wood crafting in school, he got a part time job helping out at the wood craft's workshop to earn some extra pocket money. In his spare time, he would work on wood-crafting a new limb for the damaged toy puppet he liked.
A few months passed and he has finally earned enough to buy the broken toy at the toy shop. He was about to go out when his mother fell ill and fainted in the kitchen. He got neighbors to help him get his mother to the hospital. All his hard-earned money for buying the toy went into paying the hospital fees. He was both happy that his money had helped his mother yet sad that it would mean he wouldn't be able to get the toy for himself.
As he walked home, he thought of visiting the toy shop to have another look at the toy. Even if he couldn't afford it, looking at it might make him happier. When he reached the shop window, he peered in and saw that the broken toy puppet is not where it was. He was shock. Then a customer walks out from the toy shop with the broken toy puppet in hand.
His heart shattered to a million pieces at that moment as he fell to his knees.Labels: Pain
Bean blubbered at [13:36]
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Once upon a time in India, there was a little boy named Naeb. He was not from a well-to-do family and was still studying without any form of stable income. Everyday he had to walk a long distance to school barefooted but he never once grumbled to his windower mother.
The sharp stones on the way hurt his sole everyday. He would try to concentrate on taking in the beautiful scenery and observing interesting people and happenings in his journey and in a way he forgets the pain temporarily.
One day, along his journey to school, a new toy shop started business. On the shop window were plenty of interesting toys. Most kids his age would love the more popular toys like dinosaurs and robots or for girls, dolls. However, Naeb had taken an fondness for a second hand broken string puppet.
It was almost totally functional except that one limb of the puppet was damaged beyond repair. Having learnt some wood crafting in school, he got a part time job helping out at the wood craft's workshop to earn some extra pocket money. In his spare time, he would work on wood-crafting a new limb for the damaged toy puppet he liked.
A few months passed and he has finally earned enough to buy the broken toy at the toy shop. He was about to go out when his mother fell ill and fainted in the kitchen. He got neighbors to help him get his mother to the hospital. All his hard-earned money for buying the toy went into paying the hospital fees. He was both happy that his money had helped his mother yet sad that it would mean he wouldn't be able to get the toy for himself.
As he walked home, he thought of visiting the toy shop to have another look at the toy. Even if he couldn't afford it, looking at it might make him happier. When he reached the shop window, he peered in and saw that the broken toy puppet is not where it was. He was shock. Then a customer walks out from the toy shop with the broken toy puppet in hand.
His heart shattered to a million pieces at that moment as he fell to his knees.
Labels: Pain
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