Short stories on different culture
Short
stories on different culture:-
Here are three short stories set in different cultures:
1. The Kite
Maker’s Dream (India)
Under the golden sky of Varanasi, young Aarav watched his
grandfather, Dadaji, craft a vibrant blue kite. “This one will fly higher than
the temple spires,” Dadaji said, smoothing the paper.
On Makar Sankranti, the festival of kites, Aarav ran to
the rooftop with his creation. He battled against other kites, slicing them
down with his glass-coated string. But a strong gust sent his kite spiralling
away, landing near the sacred Ganges.
Disheartened, he ran to fetch it and found a ragged boy
holding it. “Yours?” the boy asked, eyes hopeful. Aarav hesitated, then shook
his head. “It’s yours now.”
As the boy’s face lit up, Aarav understood what Dadaji
meant—some kites fly higher in the heart than in the sky.
2. The Sakura
Promise (Japan)
Asako and her grandmother walked under cherry blossoms in
Kyoto. “When the sakura bloom, they remind us that life is fleeting,” her
grandmother said, her wrinkled hand brushing a petal from Asako’s hair.
That spring, her grandmother fell ill. Asako spent days
by her bedside, recalling childhood stories of fox spirits and samurai. One
evening, with the scent of cherry blossoms in the air, her grandmother squeezed
her hand weakly. “Don’t be sad. I will return with the sakura.”
A year later, as the first blossoms opened, a lone petal
drifted into Asako’s hand. She smiled, whispering, “You kept your promise,
Obaasan.”
3. The Story of
the Moon’s Shadow (Kenya)
Under the acacia tree, little Nia sat beside her
grandmother, who wove baskets in the fading light. “Tell me about the moon’s
shadow,” Nia pleaded.
Her grandmother smiled. “Long ago, the moon was jealous
of the sun’s brightness. It begged the sky for light, but the sky said, ‘You
must wait.’ So the moon cast a shadow, tricking the sky into thinking it had
light of its own.”
“But the sky knew,” Nia whispered.
“Yes,” her grandmother nodded. “And that is why, every
month, the moon must hide in darkness before shining again.”
That night, Nia looked up at the sky, her heart full of
wonder, knowing that even the moon must learn patience.
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