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Happy Children's Day!!

 


Children's Day, also Nehru's Birthday falls today. A great and jovial day for children. Let's look at the story by me.



Story


One day, July and May were walking past the roadside, where they saw a Vendor's snack shop, which had a sign: HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY. May wasn't sure if it was real. July grabbed May's hand to start the journey to their house with her. 

Back at home, they Googled: CHILDREN'S DAY. And just what July expected: 14th OF NOVEMBER - NEHRU'S BIRTHDAY (CHILDREN'S DAY) turned up in the phone screen. 


Every year, July and May would send postcards for Children's day, but this Children's Day seems so gloomy without July and May's postcards. July and May's cousins, April and June were eagerly waiting for the ringing of the Postman's cycle, but they received no sign of it. 


What were July and May to do? No postcards, no stamps, no nothing left at their house. What are they going to do?


May suddenly reaches out to a paper and pencil. She crumpled her face and begins to think. She wrote down a few points.


July craned her neck to reveal the writing of May, but May seems to hide it. July gets frustrated, but before she could burst into anger and shout, May finishes and turns to her with a smile. The note read:


Items required for children's day postcard;


  • Envelope
  • Card
  • Nehru Stamp
  • Chumkis
  • Coloured papers
  • Glue
  • Crayons and Sketch pens
  • Crafty items
  • Glitter
This is all I think of. What are your ideas?


July smiled and both of them left for the shop.


"Envelope tick, Card tick, Nehru Stamp tick, Chumkis tick, Coloured papers tick, Glue tick, Crayons and Sketch Pens tick, Crafty items tick, Glitter tick, and---- Oh! All done! Let's get back home and start working on it!" Exclaims July, purchasing the items.


Back at home, when all work was done, May and July scratched their heads. "Will this crafty card reach before tomorrow?" Asks May. "Hopefully," Says July. But they suddenly start to think of cancelling the card delivery. So they planned to give all the cards away to their neighbors - March and August. 


But that's when they saw an old man wearing a white hat and dress, smiling at them. Suddenly, July and May's face lit up. "Is that--- Jawaharlal Nehru?" said May, almost dropping the cards. July's jaws dropped. "Y-Yes! I-it's N-N-N-Nehru! I-I can h-hardly speak-k-k!!"


Nehru started to speak, "I shall deliver the cards before today's end, children! You can believe in me," Said Nehru, opening his bag. The children gave away their cards, waving to Nehru. Nehru disguised himself as the postman, and went in an old cycle; more like the postman's.


He said a few magical words - which duplicated the cards! The cards magically got delivered in all the houses of India. Even April and June received the cards!


And the phone rang at July's house.


"Oh wow, the cards are amazing!" Said April to July via call.


"Yes! Too good to be true! How did you make it?" Said June to July.


July and May were ashamed about forgetting this valuable day but happy to see Nehru.


"Now, before I leave kids, HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY TO THE GOLDEN CHILDREN ALL AROUND THE WORLD!!" Said Nehru lighting a whole bunch of Fire Crackers. 


Bye bye friends!

Wishing you happy Children's Day,

We pray, Corona should go away.

Before we wave Bye, Let me say,

The Children are the ones to save the day!


HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!




Comments

  1. Very good imagination shriyandhaa ad usual you are rocking while writing. Happy children's day dear Shriyandhaa and Shripradhaa our love for you
    From Pushpa patti

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    1. Thank you so much Patti. Shripradhaa also says thank you with a smile ��

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  2. Very good imagination. Very good story. Fine write up. Keep rocking. To quote Jawaharlal Nehru words," children are the future of the world. Industries are the temples of Modern India. Let us build modern India with our children who are future.
    Babu Thatha.

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  3. உனக்கு மட்டும் எப்படி இவ்வாறு கற்பனைகளுடன் எழுத முடிகிறது உன்னுடைய குழந்தைகள்தின கதைஅருமையாக உள்ளது உன்னுடைய கற்பனை திறன் பல்வேறு விஷயங்களிலும்பட்டொளி வீசி பறக்க ஆண்டவனை பிரார்த்திக்கிறேன. அன்புடன் விஜி பாட்டி

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    1. மிக மிக நன்றி பாட்டி ��

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