As a Leadership coach and Trainer, TTT meant only Train the Trainer until a pretty young girl, named Zarna whom I happened to meet a few weeks back, told me about terribly tiny tales. She is a PETA activist, a sincere vegan and an aggressive crusader of animals, environment and nature.
Its amazing to read these terribly tiny tales, some are heart wrenching and they inflict deep sense of emotions in the reader. TTT is an attempt to cut the long story short, literally, and an attempt at saying stories in less than 2000 words.
By the way, am I introducing the concept of terribly tiny tales to any of you? any fans around for ttt? Banking on you readers and your support, I tried my hand at it. heee - haaw :-) so here we go !!
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I don’t like anyone jumping on my bed, the aunt said.
But I am not anyone, I am family. So you will allow
me, won’t you? The niece replied innocently.
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Tell us your secret about being so happy, a colleague
wondered.
She smiled happily in the knowledge that only her pillow
case has felt her tears.
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The young child, who had just begun to speak, fed her fish.
The grand aunt was excited. Did they say "thank you" to
you? Asked the aunt.
They only have mouth. They don’t speak said the wise
grand niece.
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They both were in the same city, but couldn’t meet or talk.
She smiled, took a deep breath and sighed. She was
breathing the air that he was breathing too.
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She poured out all that was troubling her.
He listened intently, brows knitted in concentration, pain
visible in his eyes.
He cannot offer her any solutions, but that was just enough
for her to ease the agony of her aching heart.
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I’m yours. You are mine.
They both repeated.
Are they?
A pair of eyes looked at her from across the room. She tried looking away – many times.
Finally their eyes locked on one another. That’s when she drowned into it. And the smile
never left her.
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The short hair irked everyone around.
Fashion many assumed. Rebel some labeled her. Style icon few said jealously.
Only she knew the pain when long hair is grabbed.
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Her life was a clear stream, flowing in harmony – with a definite purpose and a destination. Calm and serene.
Then he came along.
