My first story

A great day to begin with the breaking of dawn, twilight, the orange-red light gleaming the sky. A consoling weather. The cyclic work for the beings of the world begins. Two small goblins dressed green from top to bottom started their strolling along the streets paved in between the rows of houses in a nonlinear line-up typical of a residence of goblins with brown paved roofs, short chimneys extending from the side porch seldom releasing smoke into the air, built with red baked bricks falling off the order with the same hope of finding gold along their stroll and play. The streets are lively with charming goblins with the hope of trading their gold to buy their daily needs. like all the beings on earth, the goblins have their unreasonable love with the gold and every other being feels the same way though the desire of the goblins for the gold is inexplicable and that love is what makes them look for the gold even when the likely possibility is zero. So because of the same incomprehensible desire, the two charming little jolly heads strolled the streets.  As they strolled, they crossed a groggy figure gurgling its mouth agape and continued gurgling up and down potting water from the fountain before. It was gurgling, that's all, not knowing what's happening around. I think that's why they are called gargoyles. It was standing in front of a huge grey building whose walls carried the figures of the same being. I think it was their way to have their portraits. weird though. The two boys enjoyed seeing him happily gurgling and having his time spent heartily in his own way. They said hello to him and strolled along. he replied in his own way though. the place where gargoyles reside is pretty rugged as the roads are rugged, the way to the porch and verandas are rugged, sidewalks too are rugged. even though that is a great place to live with your friends and kins. every place becomes wonderful when we have friends and kins to enjoy. The boys are on their way to gold. to have their gold they have to definitely pass through places where their friends reside. After some jolly jumps and runs, they are in the colony of some beings huge and sturdy. even though they appear hostile their hearts are as soft as a cotton candy but pumps the red blood throughout their body. they are looking alive with their sports, games and chats, they won't harm others knowingly or unknowingly as their hearts are as fluffy as a cotton candy.  They are as huge as an adult basketball player to a teen. But ain't dangerous. They live in huge caves that they have built for themselves by carving and etching. though this seems to be a lengthy work, they are so fast as they don't seem to be. the food they eat is also large as them which is grown in their own garden with their own special nutrients. They grow large brinjals, long drumsticks, very round and large tomatoes and so on. they know that their harvests would help others as one tomato grown by them is sufficient for a meal. So they are always good to provide others with some of their harvests for free. they know there is no happiness without sharing. They saw a wonderful sight as they passed by and decided to watch this scene by sitting under a tree which was inside the home of a giant (as they called them). The tree was so large that it spread its shade so generously over a large area.they lied their back on the huge bark of the tree with their two palms at the back of their heads, enjoying the cool shade given to all by the giant tree and hence by that giant too, as no home of a giant had a gate and is open to everyone at any time. I think their hearts are proportionately so huge compared with the rest of their body. They watched the giant scattering food for some dogs, though some may not be of his. The dogs are very much happy and are merrily having their biscuits strewn all over the place before the porch of his home. They merrily ran to him for their second round. rounding, licking him and barking merrily, running between his legs and around him. as the dogs are in merry, they made the giant stumble and fell with a stomp on the ground. He was laughing merrily as the dogs ran over his body and were licking his face and ears. What a merry moment to see. The boys enjoyed watching this scene and had a merriment that filled their heart with the pure feeling of voidness, a feeling that arises when you have the feeling of living a true living(though this could only be felt and explaining won't do any good). It is true that happiness amounts to the times you share them with others and it is also true even a mountain could be moved with pure love. They said their hello and went on again. there they are steadily continuing their pace to get their gold. Now, they passed through the colony of creatures whom may seem disgusting to us but not within their own kind or nor among others. They are the ogres. Many outside this world believe that ogres devour beings other than their own kind. But that is not true. They are so kind that their kindness may even make a stone cry. After all, kindness is the true nature of every being, every beings absolute nature. The ogres are always seen smiling. They say they have a smiling face. Despite their appearance, they are very deeply friendly. There was an ogre old and very very old sitting on a chair enjoying this gloomy climate. He was having some tea and cookies with a very wise and a peaceful smile which could only be connected with the old age. He saw those two boys strolling across his home and he was very much acquainted with them as they strolled across his home every day. He called those naughty little brats as he had always called them to have some tea and cookies with him and to accompany and inspire him with the fondness of childhood. They had a great time together, the boys laughing at the inability of the toothless old to bite his cookies. Then why was he having cookies? The answer is so simple. Because he could taste them by dipping them in his tea or milk. Wasn't is wise of him? The olds and children are always like that. The boys had their part of their share and were merrily enjoying their time. along having cookies. They quarrelled over their shares, fought over their opinions, rolled on the ground for their fair chances. The old ogre was laughing with tears brimming from his eyes, down to the ground from his chair, laughed heartily and from the very bottom of his heart. He for those time was one among those boys equalling them in their frayness and also in their cuteness. Though this happens every time, they always play anew and never ever ceased to have fun. After a hearty meal, the boys went on their day's hunt. Already they have collected uncountable amount of gold, haven't they and they too shared what they always had with them. They had now come to the place what we would call as worldly heaven as it supposed to be. This is where the fairies and pixies live. though it appeared heavenly to us, it wasn't the case for them as they were always in their heaven with the characteristics that are only blessed to the unbiasing heart of a child. The imps are with the fairies. Shouldn't they be fighting with each other?  Imps, they always played pranks among them and also with others. So they are considered naughty and bad. But playing pranks makes some child bad. No, actually it is a good sign of always being a child. truly they are childlike. That's why unlike as others outside this world think they ain't bad. The imps were playing with the seeds that were stolen from the rucksack of some fairies. They were throwing these seeds picked through hard work of the fairies, purposelessly. but this purposelessness is the very one that made this land into a garland with so many assorted varieties. But how do we get so many wishes from the fairies? that's because they always get caught while playing pranks with us. The imps as we know always are smiling and fairies, they too as we know are charming. They were too little when they are compared with the goblins. They went in through their pockets, through their trousers and shirts which made the boys roll on the ground as they were tickled unknowingly by the imps and fairies because of their curiosity to know what's with the strangers even though they aren't. A minute after, the boys were like as though awake a second before. the hair of the boys was completely played with. The imps on and over their heads, going in and out through the thick bunch of strands of hair as though the imps were exploring a thicket for food or a mob searching for money through bushes and shrubs. Their continuous giggling made them choke and by knowing this the pixies, fairies and the imps got out of them. The boys glittered the same time they were dirty. They were glittering and dirty. The amount of dirt on them showed how they well they were playing and the amount of glitterness showed how much they enjoyed. They walked out of the garden spreading the dust and the sparkling powder, which showed some contrast to normal human brain. They walked and walked and at last reached their home again ending their hunt with unfathomable happiness, the bag of gold they wished for.