The Garden of Humility

This is a short story that I made up. I hope you enjoy reading it.


Once there was a garden full of flowers. There were roses, sunflowers, marigolds and many, many more. this garden was owned by a girl called Clementina. She lived all alone in a hut in the forest. Clementina took a bunch of flowers every week to her grandma's house along with a basket of goodies such as a flask of tea, cherries, cake and so on. The day before, the flowers were quarreling among themselves. Rose said, "I always go to grandma's house so I shall be the one to go tomorrow. "No" said the marigold. "I'll be the one!" So one after another the flowers quarreled like anything. Just then they heard a voice from a rock nearby. There was a plant with very pretty flowers. It said, "Please don't quarrel, it is not good to quarrel." But, the other flowers told, "Don't give us very good advices, we know what to do." and they turned away and left the poor flower alone.


The next morning Clementina came out and noticed the pretty flower and exclaimed, "What a pretty flower this is. I must take these to grandma!" and she took some of the seeds of that plant, sowed the seeds, took the flowers and left on her way to grandma's house. As she reached, she hid the flowers behind her back and went in and said "Grandma, I have a surprise for you!" and she gave the flowers to her. Her grandma said "oh! darling, these flowers are so pretty. This is the best bunch till now. Thank you so much!"


And when Clementina came back to her home, she told every flower what grandma had said. They were very sad. But then the pretty flower said "Don't be sad. Every person is beautiful in their own ways. But don't and never praise yourself." The other flowers felt better and said "We did not listen to you and we have learnt our lesson now. Can we all be very good friends with you?" The pretty flower said "why not? Yes, of course, we can!" And they lived happily in their garden from then onwards.


The moral of the story is to be humble. Those who exalt themselves will be humbled and those who humble themselves will be exalted.

The Muscat Festival - Part 1

On Monday evening (7/2/11), I went to the Muscat Festival. It was really wonderful! We went on a roller coaster ride - it's carts were actually like the back of a caterpillar - and it was awesome! First, they go really slow and then you think it is just a kiddie ride but then after you are done with a full round you will feel it is blasting!! And, you would want to go again and again.

Then there was a Ferris Wheel which was also great! But, too slow and it was really high. We had nice cheese parottas, Egg parottas, Mutton parottas, popcorn etc. They were really tasty!! Slurp!! Well, this is "Part I" because we might be going again on Wednesday (9/2/11). So I might write more than this. So stay tuned!

The Place Where I Want To Be

I, Amity Rodrigo, am having a rich life in the city. It is kind of boring with loads of luxury and working late, on school homework, instead of having fun with our family. I don’t like this kind of busy life in a big city. I like to stay in a village like mine. It’s called Virapandianpatnam. In short, it is called Patnam.

I love my village because it’s not like other villages. It’s unique. Over there, we might have thousands of adventures a day. I go to the shop alone to get things for my grandmother and other people. I help others in that place. It’s a small village. So, I know every corner of this beautiful village. I walk everywhere all alone. I walk to church and many other places. We swim in the beach at least twice a week. We play with no trouble from morning till night. We play “Bingo”, otherwise called as “Tombollah”, in Tamil, from night till dawn. I got lots and lots of money by winning in these games.

In this place, Christmas Celebration is the best part of the year. It is joyful in that period because many other kids and I perform on the church-stage. All the people in this village are related to me somehow. When I walk through the village, everyone says, ‘Hi’, to me and we chat for a while. My grandmother has a huge house in that place. It is actually like a farm-house because it has different kinds of animals and birds. At the back of the house they plan different kinds of fruits and vegetables.

At the church, my other grandmother plays the organ, for the choir and even I go, with her to hear her play and her choir sing. I go there because sometimes I get to press buttons on the organ, and I am interested in music.

I would love to live there. I would call that place ‘THE VILLAGE OF JOY’ or ‘THE VILLAGE OF LIFE’. I would have a golden and peaceful life there.