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What the story we find Lancho a hardworking and god believing farmer who liver with his family in an isolated house on the crest of a hill waiting for a downpour that would certainly boost his crops. He hopes for a good rain and shares his hope with his wife who agrees although not as enthusiastically as him. An the familg rain and he runs out of the house happily to feel the raindrops on his body but his joy did not last long when the rainfall soon tuned into a hailstorm and hailstones kept hitting the entire Valley for more than an hour and destroyed his crops completely. Lencho was completely shattered and helplessly he watched his devastated fields will his son. He laments and observes that ever a swarm of locusts would not have done such a destruction of crop. Yet his unflinching faith in God helps him lessen his absolute frustration he strongly believes that God would certainly help his family in order to inform God of his unprecedented loss he decides to write a letter to god in his letter he asked God to send him one hundred pesos so that he could show his field again and feed his family till the next harvest. Addressing the letter as To God Lencho puts the letter into the mail box by personally going to the post office the following Sunday.       What an employee of the post office clears the mail box he is amused  as well as perplexed to find a letter addressed to god how could a letter be delivered to god naturally he sought his boss opinion and took the letter to his postmaster the postmaster too was amused to see it and laughed out of curiosity he opened the envelope and read it on reading it he became serious and was touched by the deep failth of the sender he decides to reply to the letter on god behalf so that Lencho faith in God remains steadfast. Finally he decides to help him he asked the employees of the post office to contribute and he himself gave a part of his own salary. He also raises some moreoney by seeking donations from his friends. However ever the best of the efforts could not get him a hundred pesos and he has to manange this act of charity with seventy pesos only he put the money in an envelope wrots a letter with only one steadfast.

What is the boy now who has lost his ball, what what is he to do ? I saw it go Merrily bouncing down the street and then merrily over there is in the water no use to say 'O there are other balls An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boybas he stands rigid trembling staring down as he stands rigid trembling staring down all his young days into the hardour where his ball went i would not intrude on him a dime another ball is worthless now he sensed first responsibility in a world of possessions people will take balls balls will be lost alwys little boy and no one buys a ball back money is external he is learning well behind his desperate eyes  the epistemology of loss  how to stand up knowing what every man must one day know and most know many days how to stand up.                                                          . Summary .                        This poem by John  eeryma.is about losing something that you love and learning to grow up.it is about a little boy who for the first time in his young life is learning what it is like experience grief at the loss of a much beloved possession his ball to us the loss of a is of minor consequence money cannot buy back our love nor replace the things that we love . In this poem the boy ball symbolises his young day of happy innocence. In this world people will take balls just as they will take away our innocence and force us to grow up into money minded individuals. And once we lose this innocence we can can never get it back this poem goes to show how all throughout life you will be for to do things that you don't want to do and you will lose or have to give up the things that you love you have to learn to accept and let go and not cling into something that you can never have.

This is a pen portrait of a traditional goan village baker who still has an important places in his society. OUR elders are often heard reminiscing nostalgically about those good old Portuguese days, the Portuguese and their famous places of bread. Those eaters of loaves might have vanished but  the makers are still there. We still have amongst us the mixers the moulders and those who bake the loaves. Those age old timetested furnaces still exist the fire in the furnaces has not yet been extinguish . The thud and jingle of the traditional baker bamboo heralding his arrival in the morning can still be heard in some places. Are even today known as pader in Goa. During our childhood in Goa the baker used to be our friend companion and guide. He used to come at least twice a day. Once when he set out in the morning on his selling round and then again when he returned after emptying his huge basket the jingling thud of his bamboo woke us up from sleep and we ran to meet and greet him why was it so was it for the love of the load Not at all the loaver were bought by some padkine or bastine the maid servant of the house what we longed for were those bread bangles which we chose carefully sometimes it was sweet bread of special make. The baker made his musical entry on the scene with the jhang jhang sound of his specially made bamboo staff. One hand supported basket on his head and the other banged the bamboo on the ground he would greet the lady of the house with good morning and then place his basket on the vertical bamboo we kids would be pushed aside with a mild rebuke and the loves would be delivered to the servant but we would not give morning 

The scyboy in the poem is not a happy child. What makes him unhappy? Why does he compare himself to a bird that lives in a cage or a plant that withare when it should blossom.  I love to rise in a summer morn,  when the birds sing on every tree , the distant huntsman winds his horn and the sky lark sings with me. O! What sweet company. But to go to school in a summer morn, o! It drives all joy away; under a cruel eye out worn, the little ones spend the day, In signing and dismay How can the bird that is born for joy, sit in a cage and sing. How can a chil when fears annoy, but droop his tender wing and forget his youthful spring. O! Father and mother if buds are nip d and blossoms blown away, And if the tender plants are strip d Of their joy in the springing day by sorrow and cares dismay how shall the summer arise in joy or the summer fruits appear from the school boy by William Blake .

Swami is a nineteenth year old boy who loves in malgudi village with his parents and grandmother. One day his father was reading a newspaper. Swamil listen to this a news of the bravery of a village lad who while returning home by the jungle path came face to face with a tiger till some people came that way and killed the tiger. After reading it through, father looked at Swami and asked what do you say to that? Swami : I think he must have been a very strong and grown up person, not at all a boy. How could a boy fight a tiger?                                   Father : A man may have the strength of an elephant and yet be a coward whereas another man may who may have the strength of a straw but has courage can do anything.                             Swami : Suppose I have all the courage. What can I do if a tiger attacks me ?                                     Father : Let alone strength can you proveyou have courage ? Let me see if you can sleep alone tonight in my office. Swami had always slept beside his granny which irritated his father.  Swami : From the first of the next month I will sleep alone father.  Father : No you must do it from today. Swami had always slept beside his granny which irritated his father .

Swami is a nineteenth year old boy who loves in malgudi village with his parents and grandmother. One day his father was reading a newspaper. Swamil listen to this a news of the bravery of a village lad who while returning home by the jungle path came face to face with a tiger till some people came that way and killed the tiger. After reading it through, father looked at Swami and asked what do you say to that? Swami : I think he must have been a very strong and grown up person, not at all a boy. How could a boy fight a tiger?                                   Father : A man may have the strength of an elephant and yet be a coward whereas another man may who may have the strength of a straw but has courage can do anything.                             Swami : Suppose I have all the courage. What can I do if a tiger attacks me ?                                     Father : Let alone strength can you proveyou have courage ? Let me see if you can sleep alone tonight in my office. Swami had always slept beside his granny which irritated his father.  Swami : From the first of the next month I will sleep alone father.  Father : No you must do it from today. Swami had always slept beside his granny which irritated his father .

THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in the front doorway of her house watching what was happening in the street outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street and this was about all she had to do. But for Valli standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games other children played. Watching the street gave her many new unusual experiences. The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers was a source of unending joy for Valli. Day after day she watched the bus and gradually a tiny wish creot into her head and grew there she wanted to ride on that bus even if just of just once.

Abul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kallam usually known as Dr. APJ Abdul kalam was the eleventh President of India ( from 2002 to 2007 ) . APJ Abdul Kalam was born on 15 th October 1931 at Rameshwaram in Tamil Nadu Although he was born in a poor family he was an exceptionally brilliant child. His father Jainulabdeen was a boat owner who ferried Hindu pilgrims at the Rameshwaram Temple in Tamil Nadu. His father was also an imam at the local mosque and his mother Ashiamma was a housewife. Je started working at a young age. He sold tamarind seeds and newspapers to support his family. After completing his schooling at the Rameshwaram Elementary school kalam went to attend saint Joseph college in Tiruchirappalli. The college was affiliates to the University of Madras from where he graduated in physics in 1954. He specialised in aero Engineering from Madras institute of technology ( MIT). Dr. Abdul kalam was a great scientist. He was made the chancellor of the Institute of space science and technology. He worked in Defence Research and Development Organisation ( DRDO ) in 1958 and then joined Indian space research organisation ( ISRO) in 1963. He made significant contribution to Indian sayellits and also in the missile programme of DRDO as a Project director of SLV-III , he contributed to the development and management of India first indigenous sayellits launch vehicle .

The house the only one in the entire Valley sat on the crest of a low hill. Form this height one could see the river and the field of rope corn dotted with the flowers that always promised a thousand the morning Lencho who knew his fields intimately had done nothing else but see the sky towards the north east. Now we really going to get some water woman. The woman who was preparing supper replied yes god willing the older boys were working in the field while the smaller ones were playing near the house until the woman called to them all come for dinner it was during the meal that just as Lencho had predicted big drops of rain began to fall. In the north east huge mountains of clouds could be seen approaching the air was fresh and sweet. The man went out for no other reason than to have the pleasure of feeling the rain on his body and when he returned he explained these aren't raindrops falling from the sky they are new coins. The big drops are ten cent pieces and the little ones are fives with a satisfied expression he regerded the field of rope corn with its flowers draped in a curtain of rain. But suddenly a strong wind began to blow and along with the rain very large hailstones began to fall. These truly did resemble new silver coins. The boys exposing themselves to the rain out to collect the frozen pearls.

Rakesh was very excited. It was vacation was about to begin he walked back home cheerfully. As soon as he reached home he put his bag in a corner and ran towards his brother room. Rakesh don disturb your bother his exame are not yet over his mother said Rakesh returned to his room sadly. His brother Mukesh was preparing for the board exam. His parents did not want Mukesh to be disturbed A little later his mother called out Rakesh Yes mother he answered and rushed to her room what is it mother he asked curiously the table lamp in Mukesh room is not working he needs it Go and call the electrician she said. Mother can Mukesh fix it himself he is so good at it Rakesh said Dot argue Rakesh. Do as you are told she said sternly overheating this conversation Mukesh came out and said oh mother please let me try it will not take more than half an hour. No don waste your time Go and study she said firmly Quietly Mukesh retired to his room but could not concentrate on his studies. He was eager to use his electrical tool kit. Mukesh had selected each tool with utmost care he kept looking at it. He could not control himself and finally got up to fix the lamp. By the time Rakesh returned Mukesh had already repaired the lamp. Wow Mukesh you are brilliant. I knew you would be able to do it exclaimed Rakesh sorry for the trouble Mr. Yadav the work is already done said the mother to the electrician I am sure Mukesh must have done it you already have an expert electrican at home Mr. Yada said and left with a smile. Now stop wasting your time and get back to your studies mother told Mukesh. On the day of the announcement of results Mukesh went to school with his parents. Mukesh had topped his class.                       Mother.  : Now it with be easy for you to get admission in a good college.                                Mukesh. : mother I don want to go to a college. Father I want to join a course that can help me to take up my hoppy as my profession.                     The next day he went to the Technical Training Institute with his father. There he got admission in the course of his choice. A couple of years later.. Everyone looked cheerful as they walked out of the house. Mukesh had set up a new shop and they were going for its inauguration. At the inaugural ceremony Mukesh asked Rakesh to come forward and cut the ribbon Everyone clapped and wished Mukesh good luck.