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The sand grains of the desert...!
#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush.At that night we looked out between the leaves of tall trees.Our bus was parked half a kilometre away from here.It was a study tour.After collecting some materials and various specimens and visiting the institutes of researches,we returned in the evening.
When we walked through a large area for purchasing items and many of us involved in purchasing fancy items...our professor asked us Whether we can select a good frock and shoes for his daughter?"He ,with him brought her photo in his long cloth bag .We; all students gather together for selecting a rose frock and shoes for her.She was about five years old at that time.
In the evening,our teachers said us about a desert,nearby .So we went to find out.
Deserts are always the lands without hope literally....Sometimes with great heat.... sometimes possessing oilfields....Living beings are in need of water....for those who can store water within the body itself....for those who can face the scarcity of water and minerals.....adapted.....only can survive!
and this serving home for many.....camels,kangaroos,cactus plant,bushes,wood peckers ,owls ....
The sand dunes near beaches is a wonderful sight!.The fertile soil of oasis formed due to the presence of water is another different experience.
When we look through the trees eagerly....unexpectedly...we can see there were so many lamps fixed in all sides of a tent.Several people were there gathering.They were discussing some important matter.They try to laugh sometime. We see suitcases in their hands in between their conversations.They were trying to open and close it stylishly.
In one of their bags we saw some kind of weapons of explosion,drugs and trading regarding wild life horns,tusks and animal skins etc.So we understood that they were smugglers.Their goods were prohibited for import and export....!
We saw a small boy in their custody crying....With the pistol in hand they shoot...
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush.At that night we looked out between the leaves of tall trees.Our bus was parked half a kilometre away from here.It was a study tour.After collecting some materials and various specimens and visiting the institutes of researches,we returned in the evening.
When we walked through a large area for purchasing items and many of us involved in purchasing fancy items...our professor asked us Whether we can select a good frock and shoes for his daughter?"He ,with him brought her photo in his long cloth bag .We; all students gather together for selecting a rose frock and shoes for her.She was about five years old at that time.
In the evening,our teachers said us about a desert,nearby .So we went to find out.
Deserts are always the lands without hope literally....Sometimes with great heat.... sometimes possessing oilfields....Living beings are in need of water....for those who can store water within the body itself....for those who can face the scarcity of water and minerals.....adapted.....only can survive!
and this serving home for many.....camels,kangaroos,cactus plant,bushes,wood peckers ,owls ....
The sand dunes near beaches is a wonderful sight!.The fertile soil of oasis formed due to the presence of water is another different experience.
When we look through the trees eagerly....unexpectedly...we can see there were so many lamps fixed in all sides of a tent.Several people were there gathering.They were discussing some important matter.They try to laugh sometime. We see suitcases in their hands in between their conversations.They were trying to open and close it stylishly.
In one of their bags we saw some kind of weapons of explosion,drugs and trading regarding wild life horns,tusks and animal skins etc.So we understood that they were smugglers.Their goods were prohibited for import and export....!
We saw a small boy in their custody crying....With the pistol in hand they shoot...
