by eva12 | Apr 25, 2013 | Childrens-Stories
On the monstrous black rock that jutted into the sea, Jay lay sprawled on his tummy. He watched in fascination as the greenish blue waters piled up into giant breakers and took a roll and tumble, before frothing into nothingness on the yellow sand. “How I wish I could...
by eva12 | Apr 25, 2013 | Childrens-Stories
The minstrel was not completely blind. He had hazy vision that helped him go on his rounds. He left the village at dawn, with his musical instrument a dry pumpkin with a handle, over which were strung a few wires. He returned before sunset. We children loved Thejappa....
