Meena Mangalathil:

(64) “Well how was your day children, anything new happened?” “Rafael, one of my classmate’s mother was thrown out, but the family says she left. But why is it so Rafael? Which is the truth?” “Well it’s a sad thing, I’m sorry to hear it. I’ll say a story, are you ready to hear?” All nodded. Once upon a time, there was a man, named Asif who collected beautiful things, it was so rare and very beautiful, that it was worth his money and energy. So one day, one of his friends Jameel happened to see this collections and wished he had one and he asked directly to Asif, since Jameel was his friend, he consented to give him, whatever he wishes to have it. So Jameel said, that he would select it the next day.” “If I were in Jameel’s place, I’d have selected done then and there or else, if Asif would change his mind next day, its gone, what do you think Rafael.” All nodded. “Well, if I were in Jameel’s place, I’d never ask Rebecca. I fell its not fair to Asif. How mu

(63) “Rafael, tomorrow is International Woman’s Day and we have celebrations in our school. Since you are a man, what do you think of this celebration? Is it really necessary?” “ Well Monica, that’s a good thought to have. I’ll say a story, where you’d know, what difference it makes.” All nodded. “Once upon a time, there was a tree which bore fruits abundantly.” All nodded. “But the speciality of the tree was , it bore several types of fruits.” “Rafael, that’s extending our imagination to a no man’s land.” All smiled. “I know Mathew, anyway hear it.” All nodded. “No problem, Rafael, go on.” “OK Thanks. So to the story. Since this tree had several fruits, everyone was attracted to it and the people of the village took the seed of the tree. So that they could have the same tree, in their own yard, front or back.” “But there is one confusion Rafael, it has several fruits, then which would produce the tree which bears the whole lot of fruits?”

(61) “Rafael, in our school, my friend’s dad is a customs officer and she brings all these beautiful things, saying, her father gets when he goes on duty. But we all know that he is taking the things from the people who come from abroad. But is it really right Rafael, to take other’s hard earned things. I really feel bad about it.” “You should be Monica. Never ever wish to have others things. I’ll say a story of what problems arise by wishing for other’s things.” “Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in a remote village. He worked very hard from dawn to dusk in his field. He never wasted his time sitting simply. And while working, he used to pray, God help me. So he was always concentrated on his work and his thoughts in God.” All nodded. “He had his daily ritual, His wife would prepare his breakfast and pack it and a bottle of water in a pitcher and he would take his dog for company. Before dawn breaks, he would be ready to start his work. He prepared the field,

(60) “Rafael, why do people judge us? I really feel sad, when someone judges me wrongly.” “Yes that’s true Rafael, Why does it happen? And if we judge others what will happen?” “Good question, Mathew. Judgement is entitled for the perfect person, and in this nature, is there anything or anybody that could be said perfect?” All nodded in the negative. “But in fact there is.” “Really? Who?” “The soul within us, when it gets united with the God soul, it can judge.” “Oh!!!!!!, that means, when I unite with God soul, I can judge Rafael?” “Yes Rebecca, you can, but it won’t judge, that is the power of love. I thought of saying an incident, if you are ready to hear.” “Oh that would be lovely Rafael, please do say.” All nodded. “Once in the mountains, there lived a sage, who was frightened of people. He came to be there to hide himself  for several days, then months passed and then years and one day a man accidentally strayed int

(57) “Rafael, today what is special?” “Well I met a girl, who was always  late.” “But Rafael, in our school late comers are not allowed in class. So we try not to be late.” “That’s good. But do you know, the consequences of late coming?” All nodded in the negative. “Shall I say a story?” “Yes please Rafael. It’s a pleasure to hear your stories.” All nodded. “Thank you for the compliment Monica. But I would like to make a difference in your lives with these stories. You should become the perfect beings and do with the full knowledge of why you should do it so.” All nodded. “Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Gretel. She was beautiful and very intelligent, but she had a problem. She never kept her timings. She was always late, but she had a knack to talk sweetly and her beauty too helped her a lot in pacifying the person who waited for her.” “But Rafael, then its doom for the lesser mortals, who are not beautiful or people who are not

(55) “Rafael, I have a problem in my school. One of my teachers is very partial. She always finds reasons to fire me. I really hate to go to school and especially the day when I have mathematics, and that is everyday,” “Yes, Rafael, its true, Mark always gets firing from her. I too hate her. Why can’t she hold her tongue. She should think na, that she is a teacher and be impartial?” Rafael nodded. “Yes Mark, its indeed a grievous issue. I’ll say a story. So that you understand the science behind scolding.” “Once in a small village, there lived a boy who loved fun. He would do anything to have fun. So before that I’d like to ask, for you guys, what does fun mean?” “To ride my two wheeler, to my heart’s content, until they raise their eyebrows and nod their heads, to be with my friends, skip classes and go for movies and just do what the elders say no.” The boys smiled and the girls sighed and nodded. “Good , now what about girls?” “Well, no class skippi