Writing Prompt: Fantasy

Tooth Fairy,Easter Bunny,or Santa Claus are all fairy tales. Children love fairy tales such as milkmaid and her pail, the chicken little story, there are a lot of these stories which mothers read to their babies to get them used to listening.

I have done so myself I always felt the little ones knew these are not true stories , but they loved to hear them, because something about them made them invent stories they themselves wanted to hear.

I remember my younger sister once told me about little babies she planted and they have blossomed into gorgeous infants. I was so thrilled I wanted to see them , but I wasn’t able to. Never did I tell her she was lying.

Fantasy is a very powerful work of imagination, it makes us imagine beautiful things and helps us to be creative when we grow up. I still love to read “Grimms Fairy tales”, it takes me where I’d  love to be even though I know it’s only a fantasy.

Make-believe stories are harmless, I don’t see anything wrong to tell stories to help children’s imagination, listening habit and interest. I would not say it is a pointless justification for lying to children. We do not tell these stories to make children better liars but to improve their imagination.

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DP Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper

Regrets? Yes I have some. I always feel that sometimes what I feel doesn’t always stay in my brain ,but I cannot wait to let it known the moment the thought enters my brain.

It doesn’t make me feel any better, as my conscience starts working full time, telling me it was a dumb thing to do.

When I was  very young my older sister often ridiculed me in front of her friends. She’d question me where I was, she thought if she constantly reminded me I do not study enough, like her I’d sit with a book 24/7. I was never one to hide behind a book, I did my own thing I played, watched my mother cook, I sat with my dad and asked all sorts of questions about anything that came to mind.

My sister would sit with her books all day.Now that I think about it , she didn’t really study all the time,she certainly wanted to impress my Dad.

One day as usual she started criticizing  about my study habits, I was fifteen at that time, she had already completed her masters degree, when she wouldn’t keep quiet, I said,”One day I’d also get my masters degree and when that happens ,no one will ask a few years later what class each of us got to make a comparison, they’d only say,good for you Ranu, you also got the degree we are proud of you.”

She was so surprised she could not say another word. Did I regret for being so bold, I did not, I was proud of myself for finally telling her off!

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