Long Stories
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you.
In the 1940s, there was a man who, at the age of 65, was living off of $99 social security checks in a small house, driving a beat-up car.
I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. Wanting to find the owner, I opened it, but it only contained 3 dollars and an old crumpled envelope.
There was once a kind Duke. He was loved and respected by his subjects. This Duke had a wicked brother.
Malar lived at Keeranur village in Pudukottai district with her family. Malar was studying in class VI.
Velan was a carpenter. He was living in a village. His mother dies a long time back. His aged father, Kuppan, lived with Velan.
Once, a little lamb was grazing on a meadow, along with a flock of sheep. Being very mischievous, the...
One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. As the rose looked around, a pine tree...