Writing essays/compositions with verbal stimulus

Dear Nitya

Good Essay. This reminds of my school days when we were supposed to write Essays. Some were difficult to write but some were easy.

Let me also try


While we were studying in School we were not so well to do. I was very fond of Drawing. But my parents could not afford to buy costly things. Those days we did not have big malls like how we have now. I used to see my friends use good paint boxes which were costlier than what I had and I felt one day I should also own one.
When I told my friends about this they told me what is there you go to the shop and when no one is looking you take the box . They wanted to put me in trouble . But I did not know about their idea. So I went to the shop and thinking no one is looking at me I took one paint box from there. I did not know that two eyes were watching me. I was so scared that without looking back I came out and showed the box to my friends. My friends were about to take me to the shopkeeper and complain about me. Just then an one uncle who was old came to my friends and told them , he is your friend why you want to get him punished. Its not a good thing to steal anything. In this age you should learn not to tell lies, not to steal and be a good person and work hard. If you had told your parents about your wish they would have helped you to get one. O.K. now don’t bother I will help you in getting the paint box. Lets go to the shop and tell them by mistake you had taken the paint box and return to them , then I will buy it for you. I was happy , I just bowed down to that uncle and that day I learnt that we should not tell lies not steal and I always used to remember that uncle’s advise. I studied well and in my college days only started giving tuitions in the night and earned money and with that I paid my fees for college and also used my spare time to draw and paint and later I became a great painter. I always remember that uncle’s advise and today whatever I am I owe to that Uncle.

 

Hi
Today only I saw this thread, so I am going to post my essay. Let me know.


Painting is my favourite thing to do, so I joined an art class. I want to pratice the painting
taught in the art class, so I went to the stationary store to look for the painting supplies.
As I was browsing through the aisle, I saw paint box on the floor. I picked the paint box,
when I was about to put the paint box in the shelve, I got the crazy idea of putting in my pocket. I looked around there was nobody, so I put the paint box in my pocket.

When I was walking towards the next aisle, I saw a fellow shopper looking at me. She went to the store manager and informed the situation. The manager came to me and took me to her room, she searched my pocket and found nothing, because I realised that taking a paint box without paying is bad, so I put it back in the shelve before the manager came. The manager was very embarrassed about the search and she gifted me the paint box.

 

This is a nice idea Nityakalyani!!! How often do you wish to post a new scenario? You should continue with this and I hope more people participate. It is fun and a good exercise. It is like one of those Monthly competitions that come up here on IL. Write about some picture or scenario in limited number of words. Instead of AT LEAST 150 WORDS, I think you should keep a specific number. It forces people to think creatively. Good thinking........

 

Kalyani
I missed this place on a prompt time.But now I'm IN.
I too liked this mode of increasing the writing skills.Bow for your trial run.

When was just into imagination its coming up nearly two pages..is it ok for you.:hide:
You see its my minus(dunno if it is) and when I sit for writing anything I can't stop.esp poems,,all will end with a long passage of essay type lengthiness.
Then you can imagine how it would be(my essays)

So let me start my scribbles from your next topic onwards,after practicing in summary shortening :crazy
Till then Bye.

 

Hi Friends,
Nice thread and Nice essays. My first trial after my school days.

Honesty never gets defeated​

My friends used to make fun of me as “Neighbour of Harichandra”. Since I hate lies and not interested in other’s things too. There is an incident behind this. When I was young, I lost my dad. My mom was a servant maid. She worked hard to educate me and my brother. My mom used to tell “whatever you do God is behind you to watch over and so before doing wrong things think of God”.

One day I am in need of art materials for my assignment. I had only few pennies. So I went to the shop keeper and asked him to give the materials for the money I had. But he refused and asked me to pick up the materials only for the money I had. So I felt sad and walk inside to choose the materials I need. As I was searching for my things, I saw a paint box lying in the ground. Suddenly I got an idea. I planned to buy other materials with my money and I planned to pick the paint box without others knowledge. I looked around. After confirming nobody was there, I picked it up and put it in my pocket. All of a sudden, I felt two eyes watching at me and I shocked. When I turn around there was no one and there was a God’s frame hanging in the wall. At that moment I realised my mistake. I went to the shop keeper and gave the paint box to him. In token of appreciation, he accepted to give the art materials for the money I had.

My mom is not with me now. But her words are with me and I am living by it.