Rough boy

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

No one could have taken the risk for a walk out that afternoon. The heat was stifling, and a hot east wind burned the skins as it blew. The streets were deserted. There was an empty silence which was occasionally broken by motor-cars.
He was in his upper room too uneasy to take a cat nap. His mother would not allow him to get out in“this killing heat”. “Children are supposed to give their bones a rest in such a heat” would say his mother. But his bones were aching for freedom outside those stifling walls: his bones were craving for the sand that would embrace his naked feet.
After moments of hesitation, he made up his mind. He jumped out of the window into the warm street. At the stadium, he joined his friends (whose mothers would not object or ask their children for a rest). They were awaiting him.
“You’re late mate.”
“Let’s start then friends” He answered them with a glorious and beaming smile. He played well that afternoon. He was happy and free in spite of his left foot. That damned foot hurt him when he jumped out of the window.
When he went back home, extremely satisfied, nor his mother nor her big stick could have robbed him the pleasure his younger brother had missed.

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The Love Letter

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

There was once a boy who loved a girl very much. The girl’s father, however, didn’t like the boy and didn’t want their love to grow. The boy wanted to write the girl a letter, but he was sure the girl’s father would read it first. At last, he wrote the following letter to the girl.


The great love I said I have for you
is gone, and I find my dislike for you
increases every day. When I see you,
I do not even like the way you look;
The one thing I want to do is to
look the other way. I never wanted to
marry you. Our last conversation
was very dull and in no way has
made me anxious to see you again.
You think only of yourself.
If I were married, I know I would find
life very difficult, and I would have no
pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
to give, but not a heart
I want to give you. No one is more
demanding or selfish than you, and less
able to care for me or be of help to me.
I sincerely want you to understand that
I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
if you consider this the end. Do not try
to answer this. You letters are full of
things that do not interest me. You have no
true concern for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
I do not care for you. Please do not think
I am still your loving friend.

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