A poor boy lived with his parents. They were so poor that they never had enough to eat the next meal. One day the father thought of a plan to work on their field and earn some money. He called his son and said, “son it is not wise to live as we are doing and I have decided that you will go and dig our small plot of land at the edge of the forest”.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
(The story was narrated to us by a marvelous Canadian story teller and a writer, Joanne LeBlanc-Haley. )
Once there was a farmer who had all regular kinds of animals on his farm. Among his animals was a very special rooster.
One day the animals were all looking for their food and the rooster too was looking for something to eat and was pecking around when he found a silver dollar.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
When I was a child I was always scared by the sudden darkening of the full moon and dread feeling it brought along with the pitch black darkness. I would drag along my mother’s kira-end along with my other siblings as she chanted “Om oh hung baza guru padme sedhi hung” and we would repeat in chorus till the moon came up again. Our neighbours and some elder children in the neighbourhood would beat the drums and whistle making a hell lot of noise.