Once there was a sparrow singing, hovering around the bushes. There was a plant of white rose in the same garden. He saw that flower and fell in love with that flower, he was deeply in love. Everyday that sparrow used to come in the garden and sing for that white rose. One day he dared and told the flower about his feeling then that flower replied, “If your for me is true then turn me into red colour if you did it then I would love you”. Without thinking for a bit sparrow removed /took out his all wings and his blood fell on flower, it became red. Sparrow fell on the ground body full of blood and he was crying out of pain, after a while he died.
I heard this story when I was small by my granny. You people also must have heard it.
A person should love his love interest as the sparrow loves. This kind of love only remains even though we dye.
Share your part of love story. And live that moment.
School is the only place where, we go by crying on first day and cry while coming back on last day. Today is last day of school and I really don’t want to leave my school. This is feeling of student on last day of school.
After so many years also, I miss my school so much, I even can’t express. The sound of bell, chit-chat with friends during class, gossips during lunch-break, playing in mud, making paper ball and make uniform dirty every day. Those were the days, full of joy and fun. Hated the only teacher who used to punish and loved the teacher who used to play and crack jokes.
That rare and privileged visit to staffroom, when the teacher changes your seat to break your friendship but she doesn’t know the whole class is your group. That proud moment when teacher pick you to clean the board.
These are the memories that never we can forget. Who else miss those moments please share and comment your special moment in your school life.
“Hello and welcome to Book of Dreams” This is my first blog. My blogs will be on love, some stories and sometimes philosophical also. ” Love as long as you live” , I believe in this strategy. I love to write my thoughts when I watch people around me being fallen in love. Till now I used to write in my diary and I don’t used to share this with anyone but now I would like to share with you all.
Every weekend I will share a story which I wrote many years back. Please comment if you relate to it and tell me what you think about my story Thank you