Greetings to everyone!
Today, I am not going to share a poem or a story by me. Neither am I going to share a book review. Today, I am using my blog to share a story by a young writer. This is the story by a grade 6 boy named Minaam Ali Akbara, of New Shams School, Bhatkal, Karnataka. Thank you Umri Sir for passing this to me! He’s an educationist and teacher trainer. I was lucky to be his student too. 😄
I hope you will find it apt to the world around us. Do share a word about it around or drop a comment so that I can pass it on to the boy and encourage him to keep writing!
Once upon a time there was a writer named Raghu. Raghu used to walk to his office in the morning. Every day he noticed a young boy standing near the fence of the football court.
One day out of curiosity, Raghu walked towards the boy and asked him, “Why do you stand here every morning?” The boy replied, “I like the way these boys play and I love their shoes.” He quietly pointed at the boys playing in the court.
Raghu asked the boy, “What is your name? Which school do you go to?” Looking down at his uniform, the boy said, “My name is Devraj and I go to Vidhya primary school. I live in Murdeshwar, near Basti.”
Raghu wanted to know more about him. Before he could ask any question, Devraj said, “I stay in a very small house. I have two sisters.” Raghu asked, “Do they go to school too?”
Devraj nodded affirming and said one of his sisters went to school. Raghu asked him about his ambitions. Devraj smiled. “One day I want to play football and wear the shoes those boys are wearing,” he said softly, pointing at the boys in the court.
Raghu looked at the Nike and Adidas shoes worn by the boys who belonged to rich families. Raghu looked at Devraj’s feet and was surprised. He said, “Your shoes are also nice and new!”
Devraj felt embarrassed and remained silent for sometime. Then he said, “These I got from garbage box near the road.” Raghu became confused. As though noticing his expression, Devraj spoke up, “Today morning, a rich kid was annoyed at his father for he didn’t like the colour of his shoes. I was looking at them. After sometime, the kid threw these shoes in the garbage angrily and walked away with his dad.”
Raghu felt extremely sad. Devraj seemed to be very guilty of what he did. Raghu was moved by the fact revealed by Devraj, and said, “I pray that one day you will get brand new shoes bought by the money you earn yourself.” Devraj smiled.
Next day in the newspaper, Devraj saw his name and read the article which was written by a man named Raghu. Devraj knew he was the same man whom he had spoken to, the previous day. The article in the newspaper was about how rich kids fail to value things they have, while poor kids crave for them.