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The Girl Who Loves To Sing.
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This story follows the author and a girl called Akari, whose passion is singing. Akari believes singing lifts her spirit. But she was not allowed to sing in her home and neighbouring areas so she ran away from there.
She's a pretty girl, and the author mets her but is Akari all that she seems?
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ- 1
It's November, the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds and sad hymns of the sea. The grass is turning brown and yellow. Crushed, it still smells sweet. The afternoon sun shimmers on the oak leaves and turns them a glittering silver.
The Sky is blue and clear.
I kept the window open and was enjoying peanuts, 'It tastes really good.' I said. But suddenly I heard a girl singing in the forest. The wind was still and trees were hushed, and the song came to me clearly; but it was not the words– which I couldn't follow– or the rise and fall of the melody which held me in thrall, but the voice itself, which was a young and a tender voice.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 2
I left my home and scrambled down the slope, slipping on fallen pine needles. I was following that mellifluous voice coming from the forest and when I reached to the bottom of the slope the singing had stopped.
I saw the face of a girl, her face was fresh and clean just like the earth after the spring rain, sparkling brown eyes and her hair, Damn! they were so shiny, long and black in colour. When I approached her, she gave me a tantalizing smile.
'Do you want to buy a basket?' She asked. 'They are very strong, made of the finest cane...' 'No', I said. 'I don't want a basket.' We stood looking each other for what seemed a very long time and she finally spoke out, 'Are you sure you don't want a basket?'
'Alright give me one,' I said and gave her a hundred-rupee note. She took out the one on top and gave it to me.
After a minute, I asked her, 'Was it you singing in the forest?' 'Yes.' She said. 'What a mellifluous voice you have, it feels like there's music present in the air everywhere. How did you do that?'
'Oh that song, well I think if you want to sing a song, you have to wish for singing and while you're doing so, try to feel each and every word of it. You can also sing like a professional then. You know, it's my passion.'
'Hmm, that's freaking awesome!' I said. Later, I came to know that her name is Akari, who sells baskets to earn her livelihood and lives in a small cottage on the hills. She also told me her past story and the story was like that..., Akari was not allowed to sing in her home, when she tried to went out and sing, she was bullied and even beaten by her people. She was very sad but not weak. She wants to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what others think. ' Singing was my passion, Singing is my passion and it will be always my passion.' She said.
'So that's the reason you ran away!' I said. 'Yes', she replied.
Hearing all these stuffs, I felt inspired that whatever your passion is, you should go for it, no matter what the world says about it.
'Well, I love to write stories and it's my passion.' I told her. 'Oh great! promise yourself and even me too, no matter how it gets, you'll never give up your passion.' She said. And I promised her.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 3
In a few days, our friendship grew stronger. Everyday she sang songs and I listen to them, my hands resting against the rocks.
Soon my birthday arrived on November 24th. She impulsively removed her silver ring which she wore on her third finger and said, 'Your gift, friend! Sorry, I've nothing to give you but please accept it, please? You know it'll help you to write good stories.'
'No, there's no need for this but as you're willing to give, I'll wear it but on a condition...that after a few days you're going to take it back.' I said.
'Okay, clever boy!' She exclaimed.
We gave some little giggles and finally bade farewell to each other.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4
I waited for her the following day, but she did not come. Several days passed without my seeing her.
'What had happened to her, is she sick or what?' I asked myself. One day, I walked to the hills and saw her cottage but I found nobody inside. The house was ruined, looked like no one has lived there for many years.
I saw a boy. When I came abreast of him, I asked: 'Do you know the girl, Akari, who lives in this cottage?'
His friendly expression changed and he looked puzzled. 'Didn't you know? It's many years since she died as she was suffering from a disease which I don't know! But she was famous for singing in the forest and everyone here knew her.' He told me.
He turned away and quickened his pace, and I was left standing like a statue, my head full of questions that couldn't be answered.
That night it was raining lightly and the droplets of water were shining like a diamond. Suddenly I heard that tender voice again.
Was it all a dream?
It was impossible to say. But the silver ring on my hand was glowing softly in the darkness. And the lyrics of the song followed these words, 'Go out! Into the world with your passion and love for what you do, and just never give up....'
Hope you all like the this short story. If so, please vote and comment for it.
This story follows the author and a girl called Akari, whose passion is singing. Akari believes singing lifts her spirit. But she was not allowed to sing in her home and neighbouring areas so she ran away from there.
She's a pretty girl, and the author mets her but is Akari all that she seems?
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ- 1
It's November, the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds and sad hymns of the sea. The grass is turning brown and yellow. Crushed, it still smells sweet. The afternoon sun shimmers on the oak leaves and turns them a glittering silver.
The Sky is blue and clear.
I kept the window open and was enjoying peanuts, 'It tastes really good.' I said. But suddenly I heard a girl singing in the forest. The wind was still and trees were hushed, and the song came to me clearly; but it was not the words– which I couldn't follow– or the rise and fall of the melody which held me in thrall, but the voice itself, which was a young and a tender voice.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 2
I left my home and scrambled down the slope, slipping on fallen pine needles. I was following that mellifluous voice coming from the forest and when I reached to the bottom of the slope the singing had stopped.
I saw the face of a girl, her face was fresh and clean just like the earth after the spring rain, sparkling brown eyes and her hair, Damn! they were so shiny, long and black in colour. When I approached her, she gave me a tantalizing smile.
'Do you want to buy a basket?' She asked. 'They are very strong, made of the finest cane...' 'No', I said. 'I don't want a basket.' We stood looking each other for what seemed a very long time and she finally spoke out, 'Are you sure you don't want a basket?'
'Alright give me one,' I said and gave her a hundred-rupee note. She took out the one on top and gave it to me.
After a minute, I asked her, 'Was it you singing in the forest?' 'Yes.' She said. 'What a mellifluous voice you have, it feels like there's music present in the air everywhere. How did you do that?'
'Oh that song, well I think if you want to sing a song, you have to wish for singing and while you're doing so, try to feel each and every word of it. You can also sing like a professional then. You know, it's my passion.'
'Hmm, that's freaking awesome!' I said. Later, I came to know that her name is Akari, who sells baskets to earn her livelihood and lives in a small cottage on the hills. She also told me her past story and the story was like that..., Akari was not allowed to sing in her home, when she tried to went out and sing, she was bullied and even beaten by her people. She was very sad but not weak. She wants to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what others think. ' Singing was my passion, Singing is my passion and it will be always my passion.' She said.
'So that's the reason you ran away!' I said. 'Yes', she replied.
Hearing all these stuffs, I felt inspired that whatever your passion is, you should go for it, no matter what the world says about it.
'Well, I love to write stories and it's my passion.' I told her. 'Oh great! promise yourself and even me too, no matter how it gets, you'll never give up your passion.' She said. And I promised her.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 3
In a few days, our friendship grew stronger. Everyday she sang songs and I listen to them, my hands resting against the rocks.
Soon my birthday arrived on November 24th. She impulsively removed her silver ring which she wore on her third finger and said, 'Your gift, friend! Sorry, I've nothing to give you but please accept it, please? You know it'll help you to write good stories.'
'No, there's no need for this but as you're willing to give, I'll wear it but on a condition...that after a few days you're going to take it back.' I said.
'Okay, clever boy!' She exclaimed.
We gave some little giggles and finally bade farewell to each other.
ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4
I waited for her the following day, but she did not come. Several days passed without my seeing her.
'What had happened to her, is she sick or what?' I asked myself. One day, I walked to the hills and saw her cottage but I found nobody inside. The house was ruined, looked like no one has lived there for many years.
I saw a boy. When I came abreast of him, I asked: 'Do you know the girl, Akari, who lives in this cottage?'
His friendly expression changed and he looked puzzled. 'Didn't you know? It's many years since she died as she was suffering from a disease which I don't know! But she was famous for singing in the forest and everyone here knew her.' He told me.
He turned away and quickened his pace, and I was left standing like a statue, my head full of questions that couldn't be answered.
That night it was raining lightly and the droplets of water were shining like a diamond. Suddenly I heard that tender voice again.
Was it all a dream?
It was impossible to say. But the silver ring on my hand was glowing softly in the darkness. And the lyrics of the song followed these words, 'Go out! Into the world with your passion and love for what you do, and just never give up....'
Hope you all like the this short story. If so, please vote and comment for it.
