Our lives are pulled by the string of our dreams like a kite. This thin string may sometimes become invisible with only the kite floating above and being visible. But the string is there as long as it floats above the skies, with the winds of breath. Mrs S. Saraswathy a retired government school teacher,from Chennai, India, now living in Singapore since 10 years, 72 years of age, obliged me with this insightful interview where we shared views on one's dreams in life. She started with telling about herself: Her father was in the teaching profession and had inspired her and all her 7 sisters into teaching. She started working as a teacher at the young age of 19 years. She taught English and Mathematics. Since it was her dream to be a teacher, she thoroughly enjoyed every bit of her teaching life. She said, " More than teaching it is important to love your students. If there is mutual love between students and teacher, learning becomes so much easier as the student is in...
In the heart of Mount Crimson, where volcanic rivers flowed like molten rubies, the warm world of Dragon Land basked in the glow of fire-breathing dragons. Every dragon, from the hatchlings to the elders, could unleash a fiery torrent, except for Ember, the prince. Though his scales shimmered with the same regal sheen as his kin, Ember's attempts at fire resulted in wispy smoke rings and sputters. His parents, the King and Queen, were consumed by worry. In Dragon Land, fire wasn't just a weapon; it was the bedrock of their society, the symbol of their power and pride. How could a dragon who couldn't breathe fire rule a kingdom built on flames? They bombarded Ember with spicy foods, fiery potions, and even hired Master Dragon Ashmore, renowned for his fire-breathing techniques. But Ember remained a sparkless ember, with frustration gnawing at him with each failed attempt. Finally, he was sent to the Molten Rock Academy, with the hope that peer pressure ...
Five papers met on a table and discussed about their future plans. One of them said "I want to be a chocolate wrapper so I can be with my beloved chocolate all the time." At this the other paper rolled it's eyes and smirked," And when the chocolate is devoured, you end up in the dustbin! I would choose to be a money note, always valued and never visiting the dustbin 🤓" The third paper having listened to all this stuff, said " I want to be a page in a book. Because if money is crumpled and torn and old, it will be a painful life to live on. And if someone accidentally threw it, it would be a valuable loss. So even if a page in a book is crumbled or torn by old age, it has served it's purpose once it is read. Its contents can be revived on a fresh piece of paper!" The fourth said, " I would like to end up as a toilet roll, the most useful one, cleaning up people . If I'm lucky and someone creative happens to chance upon me, they can t...
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