Eng.Stories

The Foolish Donkey

A Salt Seller used to carry the salt bag on his donkey to the market every day. On the way they had to cross the stream. One day the donkey suddenly tumbled down the stream and the salt bag also fell into the stream. The salt dissolved in the water and the bag became very light to carry. The donkey was so happy.

Then the donkey started to play the same trick every day.

The salt seller came to understand the trick and decided to teach lesson.

Next day he loaded the cotton bag on the donkey.

Again the donkey played the same trick hoping that cotton bag would be still become lighter.

But the dampened cotton bag became very heavy to carry and the donkey suffered. Donkey learnt a lesson. It didn’t play the trick anymore after that day, and the seller was happy.

The Story of an Hour

Mrs. Mallard has a heart troubles that could kill her. When her husband dies, the people who come to give her this news try to do so gently. When she is finally informed, she bursts into tears. Eventually, she goes to her room and locks herself in.

However, while thinking about the future, she is excited by the idea of freedom that could come after her husband’s death. After an hour, the doorbell rings and her husband is standing there alive and well. When she sees him, she has a heart attack and dies..

The Wise Man

People have been coming to the wise man, complaining about the same problems every time. One day he told them a joke and everyone roared in laughter.

After a couple of minutes, he told them same joke and only a few of them smiled..

When he told the same joke for the third time but no one laughed anymore.

The wise man smiled and said:

“You can’t laugh at the same joke over and over.
So why are you always crying about the same problem..?”

The Fox and Grapes

One afternoon a fox was walking through the forest and spotted a bunch of grapes hanging from over a lofty branch.

Taking a few steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging grapes. Again the fox took a few paces back and tried to reach them but failed.

Finally, giving up, the fox turned up his nose and said:
“They’re probably sour anyway”

The River and the Mountain

One day, the river thought to herself, “Do I have to keep flowing all my life? Can’t I stop and rest for a while?” She needed advice so she called out to the mountain and shared her thoughts with him. The mountain just laughed and said: “Hey, look at me, I have been standing in the same place for ages!” The river replied, “You are firm and fixed in one place, how could you ever get tired? Look at me, I have to be on the move all the time. I don’t get to rest for even a single minute!” The mountain smiled. “That is how you see it, but I get tired of standing here,” he replied. “Every day I see the same trees and the same patch of sky. Sometimes I wish: if only I could run around like the river. I would visit new forests and villages. I would water their fields, give life, and be so deeply loved by all.” The river interrupted, “That’s strange! Your life is so comfortable and peaceful, yet you feel this way.” “You don’t get it, my sister. You are worshiped by everyone.” the mountain replied lovingly. “You flow for the sake of others. And that’s not all! After giving away so much, you offer whatever remains, to the sea.” On hearing this, the river bowed down to the mountain and said with great enthusiasm, "You are absolutely right, my brother. The true purpose of my life is to give life to others. Thank you for your kind wisdom!” she said. Then, while the mountain smiled at her newfound positive energy, she gushed away with a loud gurgle, feeling very happy

No Smiles today

Rosy and John were good friends. They had so much fun together. They shared secrets in class. They ran races on the way home. Rosy was always cheerful. One day, Rosy walked into the classroom slowly. Her head was bent down. She looked sad. “Did someone scold you?” asked John. Rosy shook her head. She sat down and did not look up. She did not answer ‘Present!’ when Miss Sona called her name. Miss Sona called again, louder this time, “Rosy!” she raised her hand. “Do you have a sore throat?” her teacher asked. Rosyi shook her head. Her cheeks were red and it looked like she had a fever. “Are you feeling okay?” Miss Sona asked. Rosy nodded, still not daring to look up. “Why does Rosy look so sad?” “Is your little brother okay?” “Is your puppy okay?” “Is your grandmother okay?” Rosy kept nodding her head to each of her friends. She did not look up. John wanted to make her smile. He had an idea! He took out something from his bag. As he ran to show it to Rosy, it slipped out of his hands. Rosy saw something flying towards her and she grabbed it. It was a BIG, green, rubber frog! Rosy's eyes flew open. She opened her mouth to laugh. That’s when John and her friends saw why she had not smiled or talked all day! Four of her front teeth were missing!

A Lesson for my Teacher

I lived on the Mosque Street in Rameswaram, a city famous for its Shiva temple. Every evening on my way home from the mosque, I would linger near the temple. I always felt like a stranger here as the temple goers stared suspiciously at me. They probably wondered what a Muslim boy was doing in front of a temple. The truth was that I loved to listen to the rhythmic chanting of the mantras, though I never understood a word. There was a strange magic in them. Of course, something else led me there. My best friend, Ramanadha Sastry, was the son of the head priest. He sat beside his father at this hour, reciting hymns. Ram would steal a smiling glance at me from time to time. At school, Ram and I always sat together on the first bench of our classroom. We were like brothers. However, being a Hindu priest's son, he wore a sacred thread, while my white cap marked me as a Muslim. One day, when we were in the fifth standard, a new teacher came to our class. He looked strict. He went around the class tapping his cane on his palm and stopped before us. “You, the one in the white cap. How dare you sit beside the temple priest’s son!” He shouted, “Go sit on the last bench.” I felt hurt. With tears in my eyes, I picked up my books and shifted to the last row. Ram and I wept together silently after school. We thought we would not be allowed to be friends anymore. When I reached home that day my father looked at me and asked, “Were you crying... what’s wrong son?” I recounted the whole incident to my father while Ram also told his family the same story. Early the next morning Ram came running to our house and said, “Father has asked you to come to our house immediately.” I was terrified. I thought I was in for some more trouble. We hurried back to Ram's house. My heart skipped a beat when I saw our new teacher standing there. “In the light of our discussion, apologise to Kalam here,” said Ram’s father with a stern face. I could not believe what I had just heard! The head priest was asking the teacher to apologise to me? “No child is less than another in God’s eyes. It is your duty as a teacher to help students live in harmony in spite of the differences in their background. You can no longer teach in this school,” he said. Our teacher immediately asked me to forgive him. He hugged me and said, “I am sorry, Kalam, I have learnt an important lesson in life today.” Ram’s father saw that the teacher sincerely regretted his behaviour and permitted him to continue teaching. From that day on, Ram and I sat together proudly on the front bench. We have remained the best of friends ever since

Blind Boy

A 24 years old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted: “Dad, look the trees going behind!”
Suddenly he again exclaimed:
“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 years old’s behavior with pity. The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man:
“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”

The old man smiled and said:
“I did and we are just coming from the hospital! My son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know the.

The truth might surprise you