A child loves to play with fire…
The beauty of the fire attracts child towards it….
He run towards the lamb kept at the corner of dark room…To play with the single most attractive thing in that dark…
He will through all his toys to touch the small light at the corner of room…
Reaching the light will be the short excitement….
Till the time he tough the lamp, the light goes off and loudest cry on…
From that day, the child will not run towards that beautiful thing at the corner…
The fear of past creep in all the time he sees the lamp light!!
The beauty of the fire attracts child towards it….
He run towards the lamb kept at the corner of dark room…To play with the single most attractive thing in that dark…
He will through all his toys to touch the small light at the corner of room…
Reaching the light will be the short excitement….
Till the time he tough the lamp, the light goes off and loudest cry on…
From that day, the child will not run towards that beautiful thing at the corner…
The fear of past creep in all the time he sees the lamp light!!
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