My Story

    When I was studying in 7 th  STD, my class teacher asked us to write any story or poem for the school magazine. Also said everyone should write it by their own. I was confused. I don’t know what to write. Rest of them were writing something. Nothing new came in my mind. I remembered a poem taught by my mother when I was very small. I decided to write that. I knew it was a small kid’s poem, but I decided to move on. Some of my classmates who saw this poem started to laugh. They started to make fun of me. I felt little embarrassed. I submitted the poem. I had a feeling that what others including teachers will think about me. When we received the school magazine I was shocked to see my poem in it. Others were also surprised. It was very hard for me to believe it. From my class, only my article got published in the school magazine. Then teacher told us that I wrote it by my own. She also said some of them wrote Shelley’s and William Wordsworth's poem. It was a proud momen...

 Once a building got fire. A man got trapped, and he have no way to escape. He quickly took his phone. There are more than 500 contacts. His best friend's face appeared in his mind. He decided to call him. He was sure his best friend will come and save him. The phone was ringing. His friend took the call. Suddenly the man got up from his sleep. No building, no fire. It was a nightmare. But the thing that scared him was that the friend he called died 2 years ago. We may lose our dear ones. But the beautiful memories they gave will live forever. Some friendships are special. In times of crisis, only the face of our dear ones will appear. If you have one, you are the luckiest person.