R.K Narayan
- Timeless Malgudi
Can the Goddess give me a story? Do you think stories float in the air? And he moved out of the edge of the forest and squatted there, contemplating the trees. On Friday evenings the village turned up at the temple for worship, when Nambi lit a score of mud lamp and arranged them around the threshold of the sanctuary. He decorated the image of flowers, which grew wildly in the backyard of the temple. He acted as the priest and offered to the goddess fruits and flowers brought in by villagers.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
- Palace of Illusions
"An eyeblink later," She continued, " when you emerged from the fire, our jaws dropped. It was so quiet, you could have heard a housefly fart." I reminded her that flies do not perform that particular bodily function. She smiled her squint-eyed, cunning smile, "child, the things you don't know would fill the milky ocean where Lord Vishnu sleeps -and spill over its edges." I considered being offended, but I wanted to hear the story. So I held my tongue, and after a moment she picked up the tale.
Benjamin Hoff
- The Tao of Pooh
It was an anxious moment for the watchers on the bridge. They looked and looked ... and even the sight of Piglet's stick coming out a little in front of Rabbit's didn't cheer them up as much as you would have expected. And then, just as Pooh was beginning to think that he must have chosen the wrong stone or the wrong river or the wrong day for his Idea, something grey showed for moment by the river bank ... and it got slowly bigger and bigger... and at last it was Eeyore coming out.
Benjamin Hoff
- And the Ugly Duckling
RabIn the story of the Ugly Duckling, when did the Ugly Duckling stop feeling ugly? When he realized that he was a Swan. Each of us has something special, a Swan of some sort, hidden inside somewhere. But until we recognize that it's there, what can we do but splash around, treading water? The Wise are Who They Are. They work with what they've got and do what they can do.
