Once upon a time in a city, there lived a fowler named Timma. He would catch birds for a living. One day, he caught a parrot. When Timma tried to cage the parrot, the parrot replied, “Please! Let me go. If you let me go then a rare parrot will come to your net and you can catch it.” Timma was astonished. He exclaimed, ” You are so valuable! You can talk and I would be a fool to let you free but still I will set you free.”. He let the parrot free.
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Mother
Mother, Mother you are so precious to me,
You do all the work, I see.
You are so beautiful,
You are always cheerful.
I Know…It’s Okay!
Dear Artist,
Hope you are doing well!
I woke up today, looked into the mirror and realised that I have known you for more than 40 years now.
BTB Storyteller of the Week – Ranjini Guha
BTB Virtual Round-Table Discussion Series – Chapter 2
The Artist Within Me
Animals controlling farms,
Lions going to the barber;
The artist within me can make me laugh,
And take me to places even farther.