A small boy named Danny (part -II)
continuation of the earlier blog
It was so bad that he had to go around the next couple of days with his hand in a sling.
Poor Danny never knew what he did wrong except peep into that window, but he decided that he would have to grow up fast and develop a good muscular body like that man (in case he ever had to face a situation like that)
He tried to join a gym but was advised against it as he was too young. So he took up sports activities in his school and started off with football.
But he never forgot his love for nature and would disappear into the nearby jungle to spend time with his special friends namely the squirrel and the woodpecker and the owl.
Once he was a little older he went to the school of martial arts to learn kick boxing.
So he took up Karate classes to learn self defence.
Meanwhile his first love for reading books continued and he used to get transported to another world whenever he read books.
He imagined himself as Long John Silver holding up that mean looking man by his hook and tickling him with his sword.
Or may be he would be the next Lancelot and chase the mean looking man . . . . . .
He decided that he had to stop day dreaming and concentrate on his studies or else he was not going to get anywhere. To improve on his concentration he used to visit his neighbour who practiced Yoga.
Meanwhile he excelled in his studies and had many friends in school.
One of his friends was Tina, the girl from the next block with whom he used to go trekking on weekends.
Danny helped at home too and used to run errands for his mother.
Once his mom asked him to go to the big market and get the supplies. Even though Danny was not sure of the way to the market he agreed.
When he reached the market, he realized that he forgot to take the shopping list.
When he looked at the vegetables he found them speaking to him with a smiling face “buy me buy me”
As he grew up things started changing. Gone were the days of walking up to the market to buy the vegetables.
He found that small children spend more time on the computer than playing outside in the open ground.
He missed his animal friends and the trees. He missed the brook where he could spend hours together just lying on the pier and observing the fish (and sometimes talking to them)
He missed them because all these were replaced by the concrete jungle.
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