Story

 Son, listen to a story

It was a very old book.

The children's story book! The stories in the book were so interesting that he read one or two stories.

After reading each story, he would consider it. Finds the character building aspect in this story. Find the element of advice in it. There was no need to look for both. Both were present. And the interest seemed to be overflowing. If the readers read the first line, they would not be able to read the whole story.

After reading three stories, he laughed at his stupidity.

"Is he reading stupid children's stories?" Is he old enough to read children's stories? He is no longer old enough to read children's stories, he is old enough to tell children's stories. "

"Age to tell stories to children?" "He was lost in thought again.

"It's really the age to tell stories to my kids. At that age, my father, grandfather, uncle, grandfather, grandmother, grandmother, aunt, mother, etc. used to tell me stories. When i was a kid I have a treasure trove of stories. I heard these stories from my father, grandfather, grandmother, grandmother, uncle, etc. as a child. Read thousands of books up to this age. There were many stories in these books that went through my mind. Which i remember I want to tell those stories to children. I want the children to come to me and ask me to tell them a story. As a child, he was stubborn to tell stories from his veins. "

And one story after another was heard from them. Even the collection of his stories was running out. But my thirst for hearing stories was not quenched.

 But times have changed.

When he could not hear the story from his elders, he became angry. Used to go And in anger I would cry to express my anger.

Everyone's heart was pounding when they saw him crying. And they affectionately called him.

"No, why are my children angry?" You want to hear the story. You take Let me tell you a story "

"I don't want to hear the story. "Crying angrily, he would scream.

"No, son, don't be so stubborn. Yes listen to the story "

And his elders would start the story. And with the first line of the story, his anger was disappearing and he was listening to the story.

There was so much magic in these stories that I wanted to hear them over and over again.

He had already heard all the stories that his elders used to tell him. She remembered

But still his heart wanted to hear these stories again and again.

And he used to listen to stories from his elders.

Tell the story of the red fairy and the lame giant.

Tell the story of the farmer's seven sons!

Tell the story of the greedy lumberjack!

 But today, when he had entered the age of storytelling, no one was willing to listen to him. Neither his son nor his brother's children, nor the neighbors, nor the children of the neighborhood had ever asked him to tell a story.

It was as if the children of that age had no interest in hearing stories.

When they sleep at night, they do not ask their mothers to tell stories or lullabies. Lullabies like mothers are forgotten. And she also forgot that in her childhood, her mothers used to sing lullabies to her. And he remembered all those lullabies to feed his children because this money is transferred from chest to chest.

But it is not their turn to sing lullabies to their children.

Children fall asleep on their own when they hear awkward pop rock songs on TV or on the music system.

There are hundreds of stories in it. Those stories are struggling to come out. His mind has chosen the words to tell these stories.

His throat has chosen the voice and the tone to express these words. Her lips have decided which shapes to give to the lips to tell the words of these stories.

But still no story comes out of it.

Speaking of yesterday, he told his 8-year-old son.

"Son, let me tell you a story.

'Story! What is this daddy

"You don't know the story?

"No, Daddy!"

Oh, that's what's in your books. Greedy dog, rabbit and lion, monkey and crocodile ... "

"But Daddy, where are those stories?" Those are the lessons. "

 He was upset when he heard his son's words. Now how does he tell her what the story is about?

"All right, son!" If they are lessons, then listen to a new lesson. "

No, not Daddy. The son folded his hands and said, "I already read so many books and lessons in school that I don't have the strength to listen to another lesson." "

And he did not stop for a moment and ran away.

The story that was desperate to get out of him had to be strangled with his own hands.

Many times he had tried to tell this story to his son.

Daddy! You saw it on TV. Sindhbad's story has reached an interesting turning point. "My son told me that day.

"I remember the story of Sindhbad very well. As a child, my grandfather told me this story