Mara's Classics

🕊️🕊️🕊️ There once was a young man who dreamt of becoming a great artist. He would pick up his papers and pencils and sit under an apple tree every day looking for the hardest thing to draw that met his eyes. First, he drew a fig tree up ahead. Then he drew the river that rippled by. At last, it was a tasty ripe apple that hung lustily from a branch. "I am very good," he thought as he inspected his works. Truly, his works were masterpieces worth praising. His craftsmanship was as flawless as the shades of pencil in his drawings. One day, the young man gazed intently at his work that he grew proud. "Have I really done this?" was his continuous question. He would then finger every detail of the drawings and nod his head with pride. This grew into a habit, and instead of drawing under the apple tree, he would sit and idly admire his work. "You are not an artist at all," the apple tree rustled its leaves in disgust one bright day. "What do you mean? Loo

I heard a queer tale from a queer old man today. Everyone in the school calls him Old Papa. Old Papa was a retired gardener. He had worked for our school for countless years, so I had heard. Lately, he just sits at the school gate and looks at students as they go home. My driver was late today, so I stood by the gate impatiently while watching Old Papa. His haggard and aged appearance worried me. I was about to walk to the other side of the gate when I heard him speak. "Ella. Ella," he called. "My name is not Ella, sir. It's..." I began but stopped when I thought it improper to reveal my name. "Ella, child," he called again with a friendly wave. I sighed and answered, "Yes, sir. Good afternoon." "Bless you, my child. I wonder if you know why that flag pole stands there," he said with a curious smile. I looked at our school flag pole. It was in the middle of two lily bushes. I was uninterested at first but when he gave me a broader s

I know of a magnificent lady with a most dazzling countenance. Her eyes twinkle like the stars of night and she has a beautiful pendant around her neck that glows like the moon, and grows like it too. Her hair is a magnificent azure with touches of a sparkling white. It is long and full, and she veils its splendour only in the night time when the Earth slumbers. Her lovely robe is a lush green and a splendid blue. So glorious is she that she is crowned with the very rainbow. Her name is Natura. She was a good queen, whose character equalled her beauty. All marveled at her kindness and benevolence. She was most loving to her subject, man. She was ever generous to him. She showered him with abundance of food, good weather, shelter and everything he craved. He never lacked. Man never had to ask. The ever watchful queen was aware of his every need even before he spoke. She never hesitated to give him the things he craved. Man had all Natura's gift to himself. Natura gave him more with