I dedicate this post to all little Marias of this world. It is about a cute little girl who is very close to my heart. Her name is Maria. Would u like to know more about her? If yes, please hear me... It was a dark day of heavy downpour. Meadows and roads were flooded with water and the birds in the trees shivered under their wet feathers. The wicked wind was playing its naughtiest tricks to pull down the poor trees. He broke the window panes of small houses and the rain danced on their tin roofs.
Little Maria was coming back home from school. Drenched in rain, she ran, hugging the school bag. She was alone in the road. The wicked wind saw her and, for a better amusement, rushed to her. He pulled her clothes and danced around her whistling in a fierce voice. She fell on the muddy road. The cruel wind laughed and danced seeing her struggling to get up with the bag. Little Maria trembled with fear. She looked around. There was nobody to help her. She cried aloud and ran as fast as she could. The wind and rain laughed and chased her enjoying her helpless cries.
Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind. It was a bullock cart. The cart stopped near her and a face from inside asked her," May I help you, dear?" Even without thinking about an answer, she jumped into
the cart and the cart moved. In the cart, she saw an old man. He smiled at her with kindness. she too smiled. A smile of relief..! The cart moved ahead and where the road divided into two, the old man asked her," Which is your way, dear?" She pointed to the right. The old man became gloomy and he slowly said to her, " Sorry, my child. I should go in the way to the left." Little Maria was shocked. She couldnt keep back her tears. There was storm outside. The wicked wind and the rain were waiting outside for another cruel game.
the cart and the cart moved. In the cart, she saw an old man. He smiled at her with kindness. she too smiled. A smile of relief..! The cart moved ahead and where the road divided into two, the old man asked her," Which is your way, dear?" She pointed to the right. The old man became gloomy and he slowly said to her, " Sorry, my child. I should go in the way to the left." Little Maria was shocked. She couldnt keep back her tears. There was storm outside. The wicked wind and the rain were waiting outside for another cruel game.She wiped her tears, said thanks to the old man and stepped out of the cart.
Then she slowly walked along the road with firm steps, against the wind, drenched in rain...!!
Then she slowly walked along the road with firm steps, against the wind, drenched in rain...!!
