Inflame Story

                                                                   In Noida city at a huge datacentre a lady called Shalini works as a chief architect she was friendly and even with everyone in her circle. One day she was got arrested by huge police battalion at the office.                   Later she was left free after 10 days of remand then she was dropped at her apartment and she found her one of her office lady workers there and she was scared and that lady help Shalini with some water and food and she explains that she was not a ordinary cleaner in that office but she was there to s...

Fairy tale : The Miser fairy tales  A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. Every day he went to the spot, dug up the treasure and counted it piece by piece to make sure it was all there. He made so many trips that a Thief, who had been observing him, guessed what it was the Miser had hidden, and one night quietly dug up the treasure and made off with it.  When the Miser discovered his loss, he was overcome with grief and despair. He groaned and cried and tore his hair.  A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened.  "My gold! O my gold!" cried the Miser, wildly, "someone has robbed me!"  "Your gold! There in that hole? Why did you put it there? Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things?"  "Buy!" screamed the Miser angrily. "Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn't think of spending any of it."  The stranger picked up a large stone and threw it into ...

SHORT STORY : LANGUAGE OF LOVE  A wise old man saw his grandson having a heated discussion with his wife. He asked his grandson, “Why do you raise your voice when you are arguing with your wife?” Grandson: I lose patience when she doesn’t understand my point of view and that is why I raise my voice. Grandfather: But, your wife is close enough for her to hear you even when you say the same sentence in a calm manner. Why do you have to raise your voice? Grandson: I raise my voice so that my voice is heard and I can also let out the steam by raising my voice. Grandfather:That is not the exact reason for you to raise your voice. The real reason is that when you are angry with your wife, your heart moves away from her heart. So even though you are physically close to each other, you feel that you are far away from one another and hence raise your voice. Grandson: If that is the reason for raising the voice, what do we do when we are in love? Grandfather: When two people are in love, the...

Short Story : Happiness Is Based on Your Perspective I read about these two men who’d been bricklayers for more than thirty years. They were working on a huge skyscraper downtown. One man was always negative, discouraged, constantly complaining, and dreaded going to work. The other man was just the opposite. He was excited to show up each day and had an attitude of faith and enthusiasm about life. One day a friend came by the jobsite and asked them separately what they were doing. The first said, “Aw, we’re just laying brick. We’ve been doing this for thirty years. It’s so boring. One brick on top of the other.” Then the friend asked the second bricklayer. He just lit up. “Why, we’re building a magnificent skyscraper,” he said. “This structure will stand tall for generations to come. I’m just so excited that I could be a part of it.” Each bricklayer’s happiness or lack of it was based on his perspective. You can be laying brick or you can be building a beautiful skyscraper. The choice ...

SHORT STORY : THE RUBICON Short stories  I was a cold, vaporous dawn, the glass rising, and the wind fallen to a light air still from the north-east. Our creased and sodden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to Langeoog. 'Fogs and calms,' Davies prophesied. The Blitz was astir when we passed her, and soon after steamed out to sea. Once over the bar, she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze. I should be sorry to have to explain how we found that tiny anchor-buoy, on the expressionless waste of grey. I only know that I hove the lead incessantly while Davies conned, till at last he was grabbing overside with the boat-hook, and there was the buoy on deck. The cable was soon following it, and finally the rusty monster himself, more loathsome than usual, after his long sojourn in the slime. 'That's all right,' said Davies. 'Now we can go anywhere.' 'Well, it's Norderney, isn't it? We've settled that.' ...

Short story : The Fox and the Cat by Ukrainian folktale Short stories  In a certain forest there once lived a fox, and near to the fox lived a man who had a cat that had been a good mouser in its youth, but was now old and half blind. The man didn’t want puss any longer, but not liking to kill it, took it out into the forest and lost it there. Then the fox came up and said, “Why, Mr Shaggy Matthew! How d’ye do! What brings you here?”––“Alas!” said Pussy, “my master loved me as long as I could bite, but now that I can bite no longer and have left off catching mice––and I used to catch them finely once––he doesn’t like to kill me, but he has left me in the wood where I must perish miserably.”––“No, dear Pussy!” said the fox; “you leave it to me, and I’ll help you to get your daily bread.”––“You are very good, dear little sister foxey!” said the cat, and the fox built him a little shed with a garden round it to walk about in.  Now one day the hare came to steal the man’s cabbage....