As Raju peeped down from the terrace into the kitchen, he saw his grandma making chicken stew and some dosas for lunch. The scent from the kitchen made him more and more hungry.
As long as he remembered how it was like to see the world when you have money in your pocket, nothing mattered. The last thought that came in his mind that he had been eleven rupees rich for a day.Social story of a young boy
He could not stop this heavy feel of hunger which made him a thief in no time. The hungry thief entered the kitchen at once.
I could not face him anymore. “Hi”, he said. My brain was taking a break and I could not figure out which one to say first – Thank You or Sorry
They looked hopeless, like puppies in the pound looking for a safe and dependable home, homeless, cold, and hungry, my mom had seen them
On his way home, he saw a poor boy, he seems hungry and tired, he was sleeping in the corner of the street. Jack felt pity for him, he said to himself “how can i help him,
Some command from his mind was relayed to his hands. He raised his hand and mouthed a silent ‘Hi’. He didn’t realize that a smile had appeared on his face.
One morning early in the day, I was standing in the first floor balcony of our Department with some of my friends, waiting for the classes to commence
Nobody told me what happened but somehow I knew that something was wrong. I saw my mother’s face; her expressions were enough for me to sense the trouble.