Children's Literature

  Dear my little friends, today we will go through a tale of two sisters. The tale has been retold. I hope that you enjoy it. The Two Sisters: Snow White and Rose Red Long, long ago, there was a cottage. The house was little but it was very beautiful. There lived a mother and her two daughters in it. The family was very poor. Still, all its three members dwelled in great happiness and joy. Both the sisters took care of their mother with much love and respect. Their mother could not work that much. So, the two sisters used to clean their little yet lovely cottage all the time. They used to maintain its cleanliness. There was a wonderful garden attached to the cottage. It was full of various flowers. Well, there were two shrubs of roses in that garden: one of them had white roses and the other had red. Both the sisters took care of them with much love. They used to water them every day. In this way, the sister taking care of the shrub of white roses was called Snow White. Aga...

  It was a dark night. A little boy had a dream.           In his dream, he had found a golden box. Suddenly, he woke up from his sleep. Actually, the boy was feeling very happy.           It was the season of winter. Anyway, the night being over, the next morning was there at hand.           The little boy set out on a journey to find that golden box. He pulled his cap over his ears, because it was too cold outside. Then he walked on and on.           There was a magical forest near his house. The forest was rich with beautiful trees as well as whispering sounds. Whenever a breeze used to blow, the rustling sound of the leaves could be heard and enjoyed.           The little boy walked into the magical forest. He spoke to himself, “I wish I would get...

          The tree exclaimed in utter surprise, “Safer! So, you suppose that you are even safer than I? Did you not notice that none of the people dared to pluck me by the roots? Nobody can even dare to make me bow my head.”           Thus, the large tree kept on boasting. On the contrary, the little plant was silent.           The little plant mumbled, “Still, I must say that I am happy with what I am. I remain silent and that is my power.”           Then one evening, time was no more favourable for anyone; nor was the atmosphere. Both the tree and the plant were tropical. That is to say, after a scorching day, there is a heavy rain with a howling storm most of the times.           Anyway, in that very evening, a gigantic storm came into being. There was the roaring of the win...