Tag Archives: Motivational English Stories

Sweety and Kalu: Tired Sweety mynah was putting extra efforts in order to hastily reach her soft and cozy nest which she had made a day back. Being exhausted she wanted to reach soon and have a comfortable nap. The sight of her nest upset all her thoughts of relaxation. “Alas! Somebody has destroyed my new nest”. she screamed in disbelief. Sweety and …

The story of the birth of Lord Hanuman goes thus: Vrihaspati had an attendant called Punjikasthala, who was cursed to assume the form of a female monkey – a curse that could only be nullified if she would give birth to an incarnation of Lord Shiva. Reborn as Anjana, she performed intense austerities to please Shiva, who finally granted her …

Spirit of Diwali: Chandan put his hands on his ears trying to shut off the sounds. It was Diwali night. The entire city was lit up. Fire crackers were exploding everywhere. Chandan was lying on a dirty wooden bench in one corner of a dhaba in which he worked, trying to shut off the world and sleep. Diwali – the …

Tommy’s New Friend: Tommy was not happy. He did not run after the ball. He did not even wag his tail. Golu realized it. Tommy wanted to have a friend of his own. Someone who was like him only. He barked, “Bhow… bhow… bhow… I want my own friend… at least one” but Golu did not understand what his loving …

A Gift From Mother: During 1942, Bengal rose like one man to participate in Gandhi ji‘s Quit India Movement. In the course of the struggle for freedom, a young Bengali girl, Sharada Chatterjee aimed a revolver at Mr. Gordon Jackson, Police Commissioner, Calcutta, and fired twice. The incident took place at the prize distribution ceremony of a high school where …

The Bailiff’s Bootsoles: There was a bailiff in Polevaya once called Severyan Kondratych. Eh, what a ruffian he was, what a ruffian! They’d never known the like since there’d been mines and mills there. A hound, he was, and worse. A wild beast. The Bailiff’s Bootsoles: Pavel Bazhov He knew little enough about the work, but when it came to …

The Song of The River: It was summer time in the high valley. Ghungroo drew a deep breath. The bells on her ankles tinkled as she tossed back her wavy tresses…and trickled out of the melting snows of the great mountains. The Song of The River: Nita Berry It was no wonder really that the little river was called Ghungroo, …

Two Little Sparrows: “Cheap-cheap!” The shrill cries woke Nandita up. She switched on her bedside lamp. There was a fluttering. Wings whizzed past above her head. “Oh, it is you!” Nandita called out to the two sparrows perched above the window curtain. “It is too early to chirp. Let me sleep!” One of the sparrows blinked a mischievous eye. Then …

The Pram That Walked: “Ma! Ma! Give me something to eat, quick, then I am off,” I said breathlessly as I rushed home from school. I stopped at mother’s bedroom door. I could see her in the mirror, coiling her hair into a bun. She was wearing a cream-colored sari with a dark purple border. “That is a going-out sari, …

Pecky The Woodpecker: A tall, wide, spreading, wild mango tree stood in a forest clearing. On one of its upper branches a pair of golden-backed woodpeckers dug a hole and raised a brood of their young. Pecky was the youngest of the brood. As he was the smallest and weakest of the young woodpeckers, his parents fussed over him a …