The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair

In the corner of the village primary school sat an old, dusty chair that no one ever paid attention to. Children avoided it, and if anyone accidentally went near, the teachers would scold them sharply. That chair, they said, was haunted.The story begins when a new boy named Imran was admitted to Class Five. He had just moved from the city with his mother; his father worked in Dhaka. Imran was a bit different-quiet, observant, and deeply curious.On his first day at school, while playing on the field, Imran wandered near the old chair. His classmates screamed, "No! Don't go the chair!" t's Manik Sir's Who's Manik Sir?" Imran asked.One of them whispered, "Years ago, there was a fire in the school. Manik Sir was the first to rush in and save the children. But he... didn't make it. That was his chair."Imran smiled. "There are no such things as ghosts. That's just a story."The next day, after school was over, Imran stayed behind. His curiosity had taken hold of him. He slowly approached the old chair and sat down.Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the schoolyard. The surroundings grew eerily quiet. Then he heard a sorrowful voice, "Will you forget me too?"He looked aroun aw no one. His heart beat faster, but ne wasn't scared. Who are you?" he asked.The voice replied, "I'm Manik Sir. This school was my life. I gave everything to protect it. But now, no one remembers me-only this chair remains."Imran, his voice trembling, said, "I won't forget you. I'll make sure everyone remembers you."The following day, Imran came to school with a handmade placard. It read:"Manik Sir - A true hero who gave his life to save our school."He placed it beside the chair.At first, the teachers were annoyed. But when Imran told them the story, the headmaster's eyes welled up with tears "I was a young teacher back then," he said. "Manik Sir was my mentor, my inspiration. Over time, we all forgot... but we shouldn't have."From that day on, August 12th was declared "Manik Sir Memorial Day" at the school. The old chair was cleaned, painted, and placed with care. A photo of Manik Sir was hung beside it, with flowers laid on special occasions.Imran became known as the "Little Hero" of the village. His courage, curiosity, and respect for the past brought back a forgotten story in a new light.  An old chair. A buried memory. And a brave little boy.The story went viral on Facebook, shared thousands of times. A local news channel even covered the school's "Chair Day." People everywhere were reminded that even a dusty old object could carry deep meaning-and that sometimes, it takes a child's heart to show adults the true value of remembering. The Little Parrot and FriendshipOnce there was a little parrot named Tuntuni. She was very curious and playful. She always wondered what was beyond the trees, where the sky ended, and where the river's water came from.One day, she flew past the forest and reached the edge of a big pond. There, she met an old crow sitting on a branch.The crow asked, "Where did you come from, little parrot?"Tuntuni smiled and said, "I just want to know what the world is like!"The crow chuckled and said, "Then be my friend. I'll show you many things and teach you what I know."From that day on, the parrot and the crow met every day, sharing stories and learning from each other. Tuntuni learned patience and wisdom, while the crow learned the joy of curiosity and new adventures.

The Empty Chair In the corner of the village primary school sat an old, dusty chair that