Unknown Story
स्टोरीबोर्ड पाठ
- it was the festival of spring .some walked ,some rode on horse etc. A little boy ran between his fathers legs ,filled with life and laughter
- “Look, child, what is before you! ”It was a flowering mustard-field, pale like melting gold as it swept across miles and miles of even land
- Come, child, come,” called his parents, as he lagged behind, fascinated by the toys in the shops that lined the way he could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes. “I want that toy,” he pleaded. His father looked at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way .
- I WANT THAT TOY
- A group of dragon-flies were bustling about on their gaudy purple wings, intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterfly in search of sweetness from the flowers. The child followed them in the air with his gaze, till one of them would still its wings and rest, and he would try to catch it. But it would go fluttering ,flapping, up into the air, when he had almost caught it in his hands. Then his mother gave a cautionary call: “Come, child ,come, come on to the footpath.
- COME CHILD,COME
- As they neared the village the child could see many other footpaths full of throngs, converging to the whirlpool of the fair, and felt at once repelled and fascinated ,he saw a sweet seller, balloon seller and flower seller and he wanted it but he half knew as he begged that his plead would not be heeded because his parents would say he was greedy. So without waiting for an answer he moved on.
- There was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women and children, carried away in a whirling motion, shrieked and cried with dizzy laughter. The child watched them intently and then he made a bold request: “I want to go on the roundabout, please ,Father, Mother .”There was no reply. He turned to look at his parents. They were not there, ahead of him. He turned to look on either side. They were not there. He looked behind. There was no sign of them .A full, deep cry rose within his dry throat and with a sudden jerk of his body he ran from where he stood, crying in real fear, “Mother, Father.” Tears rolled down from his eyes, hot and fierce ;his flushed face was convulsed with fear
- A man in the surging crowd heard his cry and, stooping with great difficulty, lifted him up in his arms .“How did you get here, child? Whose baby are you?” the man asked as he steered clear of the mass. The child wept more bitterly than ever now and only cried, “I want my mother, I want my father!”. The man tired to calm him by taking him to the roundabout ,snake charmer ,the flower seller who sells the garland etc. the man took the child to all the places he wanted to go . but he still refused all the things the man offered “I want my mother, I want my father!” he sobbed .
- i want my mother and my father
- whose child are you ?
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