Instead of hailstones, stones fell from the sky on that day. Then, it demolished all the houses of bad people by choosing one by one. When the biggest stone fell on me, I fell down. Even then I… the worst man survived. People said, “Aha!! That salais cursed(?) to survive.

On that day, on my way I met the Goddess of Error. Somebody shouted out to everyone saying, “Look, Look, The Goddess of Error is going.” Hearing this, people from all around gathered and started throwing stones at her. Still she returned calmly and quietly turning her face in the opposite direction. It was bleeding all over her body, yet there wasn’t even the slightest sign of pain on her face. I was indifferently looking at her, when my mother came and told me, “Do you see, howextreme pain looks like.”

One day, while going to sleep I asked my younger brother to switch off the light. Without switching it off he asked me, "why do you hate the light so much?" Without letting him ask more questions I replied quickly, "light gives me chance to live, but darkness inspires me to live. It's true that, seeing the beauty of earth in fullmoon light, I feel fulfilled. But the darkness attracts and persuades me to discover the hidden treasures. “Unable to counter me he said, "Hey, take it. I am giving your darkness to you by switching off the light immediately. You can live with your darkness now. But let me tell you, I am always attracted towards light like insects." Without a pause I replied, "But I don't want to burn in the light like insects. I am a firefly who loves darkness. Along with light I'll fly towards the darkness and will justify the coexistence of both forever. For me, light is not beautiful because of darkness. And darkness doesn't have to stay for light to come. Got it?”

When the stars of the sky fell down on earth like Shephali flower (Parijat or Night-flowering Jasmine), the dazzling pearl like dewdrops lying on the grassland flew towards the sky. Unable to believe this, I stood still and tried to look at them carefully with disbelief. At the same time the swift breeze whispered, “what are you thinking so much? Whatever you see now is true. The attraction of stars towards the ground is true and the dream of dewdrops to fly and touch the sky is also true. So believe it, everything is possible.”

Her age is not much, yet four to five parts of her organs are dysfunctional. Still she is very much sure that she will live forever. That's why even after eating the flowers, fruits, leaves of the green tree, including the tree itself, she kept the collected seeds with so much care.Whether the rainy season come or not, if it ever rained a little, then she went out quickly with the seeds and fertilizer to plant. So that, as fast as the tree grow she would be able to eat. Again the seed would be collected and kept for new one. To continue it for eternity, she kept a plan for at least thousands of years.
She is so hangry.

In the month of Ashadha, happiness fell from the sky in the forms of raindrops. My mother collected those falling happiness,who wanted to be free from cloud and flew them towards the infinite horizon. Exulting in the joy of liberation they flew away to their dreamland, leaving all the obstacles behind.