The Harmless Kidnapper

 

The sun didn't forget to set that day. The birds were flying back to their homes after a day’s hardworking. I felt that my mind was craving for bread and eggs. I rushed to the kitchen and my mother was as usual, busy doing the household chores. I shared my idea about bread and o eggs .She told me to buy the essentials from Jim's shop . When I looked out I found that night was capturing the place, but the strong instinct for bread and eggs forced me to agree to go to shop.

Though the shop was nearby , I was running. When I reached there I saw four middle aged men standing outside the shop and as usual , enjoying gossiping. When I peeped through the door of the shop, I heard a very deep voice "What do you want? "It was our shopkeeper who hardly smiled. I stamped and said bread and egg. While he was packing it, I just overheard What the people were discussing.

The tallest man was the first one to speak. "It happened yesterday. Two people were there. They came in a van. The second one continued, "It was about this time. The stout man also commented on his views. “They always  target children. “ The calm man was finding fault with parents. He said, " I will blame parents who are allowing children to roam around during night time.”

From the bits of conversation I understood they are cooking a kidnapping story. The thought itself made me frightened. Suddenly Jim  interrupted, "Take this, your bread and egg". Suddenly he stretched his hand thought he was going to give a hand shake ,but I was wrong. He was asking for money. I paid the amount and slowly moved to my house.

The stories which the narrators were narrating were there in my mind. I felt that someone was coming behind me .I held the packet tightly  in my hand without even caring that the egg was there in my hand. I increased my speed but  the man was still behind me. I thought about running but couldn't as I felt that my bones and legs are not functioning..

Within a fraction of a second I reached my home. Once I felt that I was safe and I regained my courage to turn back. I saw a familiar smile in the thick darkness. Oh!! It was my brother. He was laughing at me. "Why were you  running? ”He enquired. "I didn't see that you are behind. ”"How will you see ? you didn't turn back?"" But why didn't you call me"? "I saw that you were shivering like a withered leaf and I was sure that you would throw everything on the street and run away.”

The delicious aroma of bread and eggs tickled my nostrils .Me and my brother were there to have it. While munching our delicacies He asked me, "By the way why were you running?" Though I was a little bit shy, I told the truth I thought that was a kidnapper .My brother couldn't control his laughter .'You got another thread for your new story right?” I smiled and said "Yes....The harmless kidnapper".

Written by Samarth Nair

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Dear readers 

We are happy and excited to inform you all that we have just released our new book ....

MYSTERY BEHIND THE LOST CROWN.

Samarth Nair

It's an ADVENTUROUS story in which THREE DETECTIVES solve a MYSTERY behind a lost crown. The story is a suspense thriller which will evoke curiosity in the readers. The characters in the story are inquisitive-minded people who always face the CHALLENGES positively. The coordination among the characters and their BRAVE attitude to face the obstacles in front of them is remarkably portrayed in the story. The story is written in 14 chapters in which each and every chapter has its own relevance. The climax of the story will surely make the readers spellbound as it is totally an unpredictable ending.

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Blue Kite

Dear readers

 Have you ever flown a kite? I was blessed with such an opportunity and I used to watch the beautiful kite flying in the sky without any restrictions even though its end is held by me. I feel our life is also like this. God has given us the freedom to fly as high as we can but we should always keep in mind that he is the one directing us. He is the one holding the thread.

                        The blue kite

Whoom Woosh, the blue kite

A terrible wind was the enemy.

It took my kite up and up to the sky,

I watched my kite breathlessly,

I saw my kite fly. 

I couldn’t hold the thread properly,

The wind snatched my kite dreadfully. 

I was terribly upset. 

My father tried to change my mindset. 

He said we have set it free.

“See it is flying above the tree!”

So watch out if you see a blue dot upon the sky. 

It is surely our blue kite which made me cry . 

Written by Samarth Nair

#Story #Humour

 

Dear Readers

Do you like humorous stories? Enjoy a humorous as well as an adventurous story from the land of scenic beauty!!!! 

The Memorable Elephant Ride

It happened two years ago. We went to Munnar, a land of scenic beauty. I felt that I could sit for hours and enjoy the green tea garden and the chilled climate. As in every story, there is a villain. Here the rain took the villainous role. It was drizzling throughout so I thought my whole trip was going to be a disaster.

One sight fascinated me, I saw people riding on elephants. Somehow, I managed to convince my father and finally me and my mother on an elephant, father on another; our dream came true.

 ‘It would be great fun!’ I thought when we clinched on the elephant's back. I felt that I am sitting on a dark rock as it was standing still without even exhibiting the slightest movement.  ‘How obedient he is!’ I thought because he was following the instructions of the mahout. Since it was drizzling, we had to carry our umbrellas. I held our umbrella. Me, my mother, and the umbrella with the elephant were ready to move, GET SET Go….

 Suddenly We heard a melodious song. We wondered from where.

Oh! It was Mahout's ringtone. He was talking to his friend. My umbrella slipped and I tried to hold it firmly. It tickled our obedient elephant’s neck and it started to move. I was wondering what had happened. It was like reflex action as we have studied that we have to stand up when we see elders while elephants had been taught that if someone is tickling his or her neck, he/she has to walk.

The elephant slowly moved away from its master and started walking in the opposite direction. We screamed loudly for help but no one paid any heed as others who were enjoying their ride on other elephants were also screaming, but there is one difference between our scream and their scream: ours is out of helplessness, and for them, it was out of excitement.

What an irony! Now the same sweet voice of nature turned to be a turbulent wind for us as we ourselves didn’t know when our elephant would stop walking. We turned to mahout and stretched our hand to him but he was fully engrossed in the talk.

The elephant was slowly moving towards a tea shop. Curiously, I asked my mother who was praying loudly, ‘Mom, I hope the elephant needs tea. See, he is heading towards a tea shop.’ A villager was munching a banana and was standing outside and was enjoying the rain. We understood that the elephant was moving towards that villager. We shouted loudly: ‘Move away from there. The elephant is focusing you!’ Suddenly, he started running, his movement was as fast as the wind, but still, the elephant didn’t stop.

At last the mahout realized that we were nowhere to be seen and he came running towards the elephant, shouting in Malayalam, ‘Hey where did you go?  My mother was very angry and shouted at the mahout but he gave a very prompt reply: ‘Madam, you had your food but the elephant didn’t. He was feeling hungry so please buy bananas for him otherwise he won’t move from here.’ At last we bought bananas for the elephant. He had eaten to his heart’s content and obediently walked with the mahout and we were just like victorious warriors returning from the battlefield.

 

‘What a strange but fun ride!’ I said to myself. Indeed, it was a great ride and I could add another adventure in my Adventures of Munnar.

Written by Samarth Nair 

#poem#nature

 Dear readers

We are usually admiring the beauty of flowers,but have you ever thought the feelings of a flower.What I felt is that like human beings every element in nature has feelings which they are trying to tell us. If you observe nature you will also feel the same.

Flower

The dewdrops gave a refreshing morning for me,

The birds sang melodious songs for me.

The tunes of wind made me dance,

I was adorned with bright colored caps.

I was proud of my looks.

Gone are those days,

When I enjoyed swaying in the wind.

Now that, I am weak and about to wither,

I have no visitors, neither birds nor dewdrops.

I am about to fall and I am afraid.

Those who admired my beauty will stamp on me.

Written by Samarth Nair

A Horrid Night #horror #suspense thriller#scary

 Dear readers,
Have you ever been alone at midnight? I know that you are brave but there are some who pretend to be brave, Can you judge in which category I am after reading my story😊.

My sleep got disturbed. I heard a phone call. My father in a sleepy mood picked up the call. He was in a panic mood I could read from his face that something had happened. I heard him saying to my mother that ‘Get ready we have to go to the hospital as one of our relatives is admitted there and he is in a serious condition’. I was about to get up from my bed rubbing my eyes, but he said ‘You can sleep we both will go and will come back fast’.

I looked at the clock. It was 12 midnight. That figure made me frightened. I tried my level best to go with them but in vain. They went. I was all alone. There was thick darkness everywhere, the whole world was sleeping except me. I felt thirsty as my throat got dried up, but I couldn’t go to the kitchen. Then someone from within me murmured: “You are a brave boy, come on, you can do it!’’ somehow I gained some courage and went to the kitchen. I saw one bottle of water extending a sweet smile to me. I was happy as I didn’t need to spend more time in the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle and hurried to living room. Suddenly I felt someone who caught me from behind.

A shudder of fear ran down through my spine. I stammered ‘Who is that?’ But it didn’t respond. I screamed, begged and cried and asked it to leave me, but I felt that it was catching me even more firmly. Suddenly I felt that I was in a giant wheel and within seconds I was in the floor.

 I heard a knock at the door, I heard a familiar voice. It was my mother. I couldn’t recollect what had happened. I opened the door. My mother stared at me. ‘what happened to you?’ ‘Someone is there in the kitchen and he caught me. I replied …’ My mother interrupted, ‘What happened to your T Shirt? ‘It is torn. That person did this. He was catching me from behind I gained my strength and pulled forward so this happened.’ My mother rushed to the kitchen. I shouted, ‘Maybe he might have escaped as he knows that I am a brave boy.’

After a while I heard my mother laughing loudly. ‘I caught the person,’ she said, ‘If you want to see please come, me and my father who was standing beside me rushed to the kitchen. When we reached there, she pointed to the door handle ‘See, this one held you from behind. I was not ready to accept. ‘How can you prove that?’  ‘Look, your shirt’s torn piece is here’… she said.

My mother and father were laughing at me, but still, I was not convinced.  Yet now, that question haunts me: Who was the one who had caught me from behind? It remains a mystery to me.

Written by Samarth Nair

Mother

Dear readers

“ A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take”

This poem is dedicated to all mothers who give unconditional support to their children.

Mother my greatest strength

Who cares for my health

Whenever I am in trouble

You act like a friend

Whenever I am lost

You act like a guide

Whenever I am wrong

You act like a philosopher

Whenever my stomach grumbles

You act like a chef

You are like an umbrella,

Who protects me from adverse conditions.

Mothers God’s wonderful creations….