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Chapter - 3 “Actually, what was the reason that Sanjo couldn’t ask anything?” Rafael smiled. “Beauty.” “Beauty? Rafael please say it clearly.” “The lady standing in front was the most beautiful one, Sanjo had ever set eyes upon.” “Well, that’s natural because, he has no opportunity to see a woman at sea.” All nodded. “Yes, its true, Mathew. Now, there is one difference, there are two types of beauty, skin deep and soul deep?” “Oh Wow!! that’s cool. But what is the difference?” “Well, skin deep beauty, is just beauty which deteriorates as time passes. It can be kept intact only with regular make up  and the soul deep beauty, stays till the very end of time, there is no need of make up.” “I’d rather have the soul deep one, at least I can save on make up.” All smiled. “That’s a wise thinking Rebecca and it is easy to achieve too.” “Really, hey guys sorry eh. I really would like to know how I can make myself beautiful.” “No problem

Chapter - 1 “Rafael, I would like to become an astronaut, what should I do?” All smiled. “Its good to have an aim in life Ajay, but there are things, first you should know before you think of a goal?” “Really, that I didn’t know.” All nodded. “Yes Mark, the best way to make you known your aim is through a story.” “Great Rafael, we are ready.” All nodded. “Once upon a time, there lived a Pirate, named Alfonso, who wanted to help the poor.” “Rafael, a pirate is a man who loots. He is not a saint and you say, he wants to help poor. Really Rafael, you have really a weird sense of imagination.” All smiled. “Thanks for the compliment, Mark. But it is true, this pirate wanted to help the poor, but circumstances forced him to loot. So he had been looting from age 12. He was never able to get out of this web. Every sleeping hour and the waking hour, the first thought was help the poor.” “But Rafael, in water, where is the poor, except the people

(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

(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

(56) “Rafael, there is one thing I would like to ask. What happens if I hurt my parents?” All nodded. “That’s a good thought, Monica. It really would have an impact on you, for sure. Why not a story?” All nodded. "Once there was a  rag picker. She had only one child, a son. Her husband had passed away and there was no trade she knew. So she joined with a reliable family of rag pickers and they were glad to take her into their fold. They made a small separate tattered tent on the foot path in a very big city. She woke up very early before the town’s people woke up and went to scavenge in the garbage.” “Its like early bird catches the prey, isn’t it Rafael?” “Right Mathew. But she left her child in the tent and collected some two to three bags full before morning and returned by skylight. Then she took her bath and prepared the food for her son and woke him up.” “But Rafael, I thought these rag pickers were not clean.” “Don’t under estimate their