write any of your story by your own
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As a kid, I used to read a lot of story books. In one particular book, I read a story of a bird. From then on, that has become an integral part of my life. It described a male bird which takes a lot of pain to build a nest and the female bird takes shelter in it and nourishes the baby. When the bird learns to fly, the whole family flies off to a different place leaving behind the beautiful nest for other birds to grow their family in it. It made me wonder. How could they so easily sacrifice their house built with so much effort?
When I used to hold my pappa’s hand and go for a walk, I used to observe the surroundings. It always made me curious to know the things that the book had taught me. I used to ask innumerable questions to my dad but he never grew tired of answering them.
One night, when I was deep in sleep, I got this particular dream. I was walking miles on the endless road, totally isolated but flanked with beautiful trees on the either side. Fascinated by the greenery, I marched towards it only to end up deeper and deeper into the greenery. I happened to stop upon seeing something. It was a massive, wonderful bungalow. I fell in love with that amazing part of art. Yeah, it was indeed a piece of art with every nook and corner touched artistically and lovingly. I don’t know why I felt that it was done lovingly. May be because, things turn out to be beautiful only when we put our love into it- just like the delicacies prepared by mom which taste more delicious with her love.
I explored the house only to fall more in love with it. There was a sloping roof which matched with the greenery around; the large central open courtyard reminded me of the activities that might have taken place there which felt lively even now when it is completely deserted. The chandeliers and the beautiful interiors made me nostalgic; the small water body that kept the house cool added to the beauty of the house- of course, it was all dried up now. It’s really wonderful how such things add life to the spaces which otherwise just become structures. Such liveliness and happening converts the house into a home. They say ‘THE HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS’, but now I began to feel it. This is where my heart belongs. This is what I’m destined to do.
When I woke up from the dream, I was clear about everything. I realized where that mile of walk was intending me to lead. I realized what message my dream wanted to convey me. And years later, when finally my turn of choosing my destination came, I simply closed my eyes, held that book in my hand, pressed it against my chest and relived the dream. When I opened my eyes, I was sure what to do. I decided to choose the road- less traveled. Yes, I took up architecture as my profession because this is what I am destined to do. I wanted to do the same thing that the male bird in the story did, to take pain in building a beautiful house and let others stay in it. This is my dream come true and the happiness that I derive now from this profession is indescribable.
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When I used to hold my pappa’s hand and go for a walk, I used to observe the surroundings. It always made me curious to know the things that the book had taught me. I used to ask innumerable questions to my dad but he never grew tired of answering them.
One night, when I was deep in sleep, I got this particular dream. I was walking miles on the endless road, totally isolated but flanked with beautiful trees on the either side. Fascinated by the greenery, I marched towards it only to end up deeper and deeper into the greenery. I happened to stop upon seeing something. It was a massive, wonderful bungalow. I fell in love with that amazing part of art. Yeah, it was indeed a piece of art with every nook and corner touched artistically and lovingly. I don’t know why I felt that it was done lovingly. May be because, things turn out to be beautiful only when we put our love into it- just like the delicacies prepared by mom which taste more delicious with her love.
I explored the house only to fall more in love with it. There was a sloping roof which matched with the greenery around; the large central open courtyard reminded me of the activities that might have taken place there which felt lively even now when it is completely deserted. The chandeliers and the beautiful interiors made me nostalgic; the small water body that kept the house cool added to the beauty of the house- of course, it was all dried up now. It’s really wonderful how such things add life to the spaces which otherwise just become structures. Such liveliness and happening converts the house into a home. They say ‘THE HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS’, but now I began to feel it. This is where my heart belongs. This is what I’m destined to do.
When I woke up from the dream, I was clear about everything. I realized where that mile of walk was intending me to lead. I realized what message my dream wanted to convey me. And years later, when finally my turn of choosing my destination came, I simply closed my eyes, held that book in my hand, pressed it against my chest and relived the dream. When I opened my eyes, I was sure what to do. I decided to choose the road- less traveled. Yes, I took up architecture as my profession because this is what I am destined to do. I wanted to do the same thing that the male bird in the story did, to take pain in building a beautiful house and let others stay in it. This is my dream come true and the happiness that I derive now from this profession is indescribable.
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[ RATAN AND THE LESSONS HE LEARNT ]
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shinning like never before. Birds were singing in the trees. A breeze was blowing gently.
Ratan worked in the farm. He made the soil to plant saplings of flowers. He had to work all day long. Being poor, his parents could not send him to school. They were unable to collect money other than their farm. Ratan grew flower saplings and sold them in the market. Then he would buy rice and vegetables.
On that day, he was returning home from the market. Suddenly, he saw something bright in a far. He stumbled on a stone and he came across it. He walked slowly towards it and found that it was a gold coin. It made his fortune as well as his parents'.
He returned home with a big smile on his face. He put the coin under the straw pillow, on which he slept.
Later in that night, he took the coin and go out in the moonlight. The coin would be sparkling in that beautiful lights of the moon. He kept doing it all the nights of the moon.
After a few days, the darkness came upon the world. No moon was there to glitter the gold coin. Like it lost the shine of gold.
In that night, he just went outside and there came a member from the gangs of dacoits. He threatened Ratan and took the gold coin, and vanished in the dark. Ratan was stunned and feared by the event, just took place. He started to cry sitting at the door.
His parents woke up and came outside. The father asked his son about what happened. Ratan gave a brief description of his doings. His father said, "Do not cry, my dear. The gold coin did not belong to you to have. So there was not a single chance to have with you forever. Do not cry over a thing which was never yours. Now come inside and sleep till the morning."
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[ RATAN AND THE LESSONS HE LEARNT ]
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shinning like never before. Birds were singing in the trees. A breeze was blowing gently.
Ratan worked in the farm. He made the soil to plant saplings of flowers. He had to work all day long. Being poor, his parents could not send him to school. They were unable to collect money other than their farm. Ratan grew flower saplings and sold them in the market. Then he would buy rice and vegetables.
On that day, he was returning home from the market. Suddenly, he saw something bright in a far. He stumbled on a stone and he came across it. He walked slowly towards it and found that it was a gold coin. It made his fortune as well as his parents'.
He returned home with a big smile on his face. He put the coin under the straw pillow, on which he slept.
Later in that night, he took the coin and go out in the moonlight. The coin would be sparkling in that beautiful lights of the moon. He kept doing it all the nights of the moon.
After a few days, the darkness came upon the world. No moon was there to glitter the gold coin. Like it lost the shine of gold.
In that night, he just went outside and there came a member from the gangs of dacoits. He threatened Ratan and took the gold coin, and vanished in the dark. Ratan was stunned and feared by the event, just took place. He started to cry sitting at the door.
His parents woke up and came outside. The father asked his son about what happened. Ratan gave a brief description of his doings. His father said, "Do not cry, my dear. The gold coin did not belong to you to have. So there was not a single chance to have with you forever. Do not cry over a thing which was never yours. Now come inside and sleep till the morning."
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#MarkAsBrainliest
nice one ^_^
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