Short Story ‘Harry and Krishna’

Anita Bacha

Once there was a little boy who lived with his poor, widowed mother in a far away village.

His name was Harry. During school holidays he had no friend with whom to play. His mother was a loving woman and played with him when she was not busy with her household chores. One day, however, she fell ill and Harry became very lonely. His mother consoled him and told him to go out and play with Krishna.

‘Who is Krishna?’ Harry asked his mother.

‘Krishna is the friend of all!’

Harry rushed out eagerly calling ‘Krishna! Krishna!’

‘Hello!’ said a cow herd boy coming from behind a tree ‘why are you calling my name?’

“Let’s play!’ Harry uttered with joy.

They played together during the school holidays.

Back to school, Harry told the school master about his new friend, Krishna. The school master listened to his story but did not…

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The Faery Tales- Book Review

Author: Lucy Ela Walmsey

Book Title: The Faery Tales

Genre: Juvenile Fiction

I was delighted when Lucy Ela Walmsey invited me to write a review of her children’s book ‘The Faery Tales ‘.

I ordered a Paperback copy on Prime Amazon on 23 June and it was delivered to me the next day, 24 June. Immediately, I started to delve in the pages of this marvelous book,full of colors and magic.

The story tells of the adventure of four friends Willow,Aria,Ember and Delta,set on a magical land, Glen Acre. The four friends are good faerys, who respect and love Nature.

As we travel with our mind’s eye in Glen Acre, we come across bumblebees flying gleefully with the friends riding on their backs, while frogs are singing and bugs are dancing.

Alas, some faerys are bad. They arrive on the scene to spoil the fun of the good faerys and the bumblebees.

However this story has a happy ending. It’s the victory of good over evil, as beautifully written by Lucy.

The message to children that they should respect Nature is a laudable one.

Last but not least, the illustrations by Elie Usher add their weight of gold to this lovely book. For those little ones who cannot read, it is a book packed with amazing pictures that will fly their imagination to fairyland while listening to a parent or a teacher reading to them.

I recommend this book to all lovers of children’s books.

Anita Bacha

Author of ‘The Princess and the Crow ‘.

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A Flower in My Hair

Anita Bacha

Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,

My sweet sweetheart is here,

For the city, he left me asunder,

How I lived without him, I wonder;

Red florets I wore on our wedding night,

The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,

Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,

How I slept without him, do you know?

Anita Bacha

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Save My Ego

Prattling of raindrops on the roof,

Rivaling beats of drums aloof,

Senseless stares in an empty space,

Trying hard to read your face,

No regret,no remorse,no shame,

For you it was just a game;

Breathless when I say goodbye,

Hiding from you my hurt,my cry,

She has come back, I cannot stay,

Love triangles are doomed anyway;

Babbling of voices in my head,

Competing with singings of the dead,

I hold my heart, I have to let you go,

Broken,I have nothing left save my ego.

Anita Bacha

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How to tell you

Anita Bacha

How to tell you,

What is sweeter than a drop of honey,

Sweeter than a grain of sugar,

Sweeter than the juice of a strawberry;

How to tell you,

Nothing is sweeter than your tongue,

Melting like ice in my mouth;

How to tell you,

What is a flower without a bumble bee,

Or a bumble bee without a flower,

Or me without you, or you without me.

Anita Bacha

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A Flower in My Hair

Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,

My sweet sweetheart is here,

For the city, he left me asunder,

How I lived without him, I wonder;

Red florets I wore on our wedding night,

The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,

Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,

How I slept without him, do you know?

Anita Bacha

Photo credit: Rajesh Swami

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