Ants Rescue

It was a rainy season. The canal which flows adjacent to our village was overflowing with flood water that time. One day I was on my way back to home from our farmhouse. While crossing that canal I saw a swarm of Black Ants caught in the middle of that canal on a small elevation formed by the sand brought by the stream. It appeared to me as if they were desperately trying to escape. I just couldn't abandon them in such a state. So I began to think of a plan to get those tiny creatures out of there. Suddenly an idea struck me. A branch of an Acacia tree, which stood beside that canal was drooping right over that elevation. So I picked up a long stick from the nearby shrub and rooted it in that elevation with its top touching the drooping branch of that Acacia tree. Guess what happened next! Those little ants slowly started climbing up that stick. Delighted! I too resumed my way back to home. This is one such a beautiful memory which I often recall.

-By Viroti Somasekhar

a letter to my friend

Dear Friend

I still wonder that how we have been keeping our friendship unstained for all these years. I still remember the day when I entered our classroom for the first time, with a little apprehension and ambiguity. But your amicable smile and curiosity to know about me drove off my uncertainties and made me feel better. That was our first encounter and I was unaware of the fact that, that was the beginning of an outstanding friendship in our lives.

Do you know, what is the amazing thing about friendship? It's the equality it provides. We feel equal if we are friends, thus we don't hesitate to share our personals, be it great or awkward. We like our parents, relatives, teachers and neighbors, But we never feel them as our equals, the ones to whom we can express what we really feel, without any reservations. If we do, then we start calling them as friends, 'My father is like a friend to me.....', 'My teacher is more like a friend.....' Got it?

I heard a saying, which follows 'Birds of a feather flock together.' 

You are gregarious; I prefer solitude. You are a reluctant reader; I'm a bibliophile. You have a brilliant sense of humor; I doubt whether I have a half of yours. You express your pain; I suppress mine. You love so many girls; I don't. You initiate an action; I'm always a participant. And the list goes on. Are we the birds of same feather? Don't rack your mind too much on this issue. Science is there to help us out here, as it says that ' Opposite poles attract each other.'  True, isn't it?

Years passed. Our paths have forked. Though it became difficult for us to communicate with each other, I never doubt the consistency of our relation.I hope it lasts forever. 

This is it for the present. Still there is a lot to pen out in future.

With warm regards

yours