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Child and Sweet

A short story that I read.

A Child went to a shop with his mother. The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle full of sweets and said ‘Dear Child.. You can take the sweets.” but the child didn’t take.

The shop keeper was surprised. Such a child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle.

Again he asked to take the sweets. Now the mother also heard that and said, “Take the sweets, dear”. Yet he didn’t take.

The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets. He himself took the sweets and gave to the child. The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets. While returning home the Mother asked the child.  Why didn’t you take the sweets, when the shop keeper told you to take? The Child replied, “Mom! my hands are very small. If I take the sweets I can take only few but when uncle gave with his big hands, see how many sweets I have got!”

Clever Kid 🙂


An extract from the book – The Alchemist

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought.  Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.  He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.  At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”

“But…was Narcissus Beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for sometime. Finally, it said: “I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

“What a lovely story,” the alchemist thought.