Once upon a time, back when I was just a regular kid heading to school, something special happened that I still remember with a smile. Picture this: a normal day, sun up, school ahead, and me on my way.
As I strolled along, I saw an ice cream cart, all colorful and inviting. But what caught my eye was the tired ice cream seller slumped beside it, looking like he could use a break. And guess what? I had a plastic water bottle in my bag, so I handed it over. He looked relieved, drank the water, and gave me an ice cream in return.
That ice cream was like pure happiness in a cone, and I felt like the luckiest kid. As I enjoyed every lick, I couldn't help but feel a bit fancy, like I was in a movie or something.
But then, the story took a turn. I noticed a little boy, dressed in shabby clothes, staring at the ice cream cart with big, longing eyes. It was like he was wishing for a scoop of magic, but his pockets were as empty as a piggy bank after a shopping spree.
Feeling a pang of something I can only describe as 'nostalgia,' I walked up to him and gave him my precious ice cream. You know what? His eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, and a huge grin appeared on his face. He said thanks with a voice that sounded like a mix of surprise and joy.
As I watched him savor that ice cream, I couldn't help but feel warm inside. It was like I had given him a ticket to a carnival he thought he'd never get to visit. And even though I didn't have an ice cream anymore, I had something better – a heart full of happiness that not even the tastiest treat could beat.
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Karthik, this is so beautiful! I love this story so much. Fills you up with hope for humanity.