Ok long time and no writing, so i am writing just to finsh this gap.
Ok now I will try to start a story that I can end now itself, that is in just one go.

Ok what should I think of now?
Ok let's start with ..... hmmm......., ok I'll return in a moment, I am forwarding mails.
Ok then let's go.

"What's this going on." asked the child from his father.
We are going to Jini's birthday party.
"Who's she?"
"She is the daughter of one of my best friends. And no more questions please. Ok"
"Ok."
"When will we reaturn?"
"You will get to know as soon as we get there, ok. Now don't ask anymore of your questions."
"Ok" and he goes to her mother's room where she's packing her bags.
"Hey Moni why don't you go play with your father, let me do my work, you see I have lots of work to do."
(Moni is an eight year old child.)
"That's where I have come from."
"Neways............................." and he leaves the room and sits in his garden.
The weather starts becoming nice slowly (not very slowly, it's nice in about 15 mins. ok) and sometime later it starts the sky turn dark and it is about to rain when the boy says to god :
"Why are you crying"
"I am not crying, see my mom and dad send me out 'coz they have word and I didn't like that 'coz I don't have anything to do and I know that , infact i feel that it will take atlest a week in Morocco and I becoz of that I'll miss my friends very much but I know that it's not the fault of my Mom and Dad. They are packing and don't want to be disturbed, so they send me out. And anyways they can't say no to going to their best friend's daughter's birthday for me, infact they wouldn't want to, atleat I wouldn't if I were in their place. It's not that they don't have any problem with me being unhappy, but these kinda things need to be done to do the right thing, someone getting bored is not a corcern so big as to cancel the trip."
"So why are you crying, God, why are you crying."
The dark sky was just roaring, pouring lotsa drops and taking flashes, just like a camers, sometimes.
He saw a dog lying on the road and making low-bolume noises as if it were in pain.
He knew that it was the cold due to the rain that the dog was so.
He was afraid of dogs but he wanted to help him, God was crying because of him, and even if He wasn't crying for that, stil he wanted to help him.
He didn't know what to do.
Getting a blanket from home would get him a scolding and wouldn't be able to help him.
He needs to get under some nice place where the rain is not falling.
He thought of an idea.
He brought some bread from inside and put som pieces in front of the dog.
The dog, shivering in the cold decided not to eat them.
He then got a small blanket from the house and put it on the dog.
The dog afer some time got up and ate the bread pieces but he followed the boy who was now directing the dog with the help of his bread crums to a place in the garden that had some wood above, which was part of the house, preventing rain to fall on the ground below. The dog got there and slept under his blankets comfortably.
There was a big roar in the sky and a big flash taken by the sky.
Was God angry or what but the boy didn't care now, it was the dog he cared about now.
"Moni come inside, have your lunch."
He went inside and had fresh duck for lunch, it was really tasty. Then he thought that the dog would also need something nice to eat and anyways the bread bits were not a tummy-filling meal or anything of that sort.
He phoned his friend Sophie and asked what was there for lunch. They had some mutton. He went to their house and got 2-3 bony pieces from there. The dog was still sleeping, what should he do, wake the dog up or wait for him to wake up. The pieces would ge bad. Should he keep them in refrigerator or something, it won't work, they would get cold. What should he do. If he just keeps them they would not remain as hot and would lose their delicious taste and would not be so good. He decided to wake the dog up. Trying so he got bit. The dog ran away taking away one or two of the pieces and the parents came out hearing Moni's screams. He was taken to the hospital and was cured. One week of the un-underwent journey passed while he was in the hospital. He was happy as he didn't have to go to Morocco. Though he was also not with his friends, he was still happy, it was as if he had won. What he wanted had happened. In two or three days he was outa the hospital and the parents were again packing for Morocco.
"But Jina's birthday must be over, what's the use of going now?"
"Who's Iina" the mother asked.
"I must have cooked a story to keep him fine, Honey." said the father.
"Cooked a story, that's not fair."
Holding Moni's hands, said the father : "Ok Moni listen now, this is what it actually is. I have got a transfer and we have to go to Morrocco. My income has got low and I am very unhappy because of that and so is your mother. We are not in very good mood but it's ok. We are not that upset either but anyways we have to go for Morrocco and so let us pack and you can go out and play with your friends. You still have time to spend time with your friends. It's about 5 and we will leave at about in night at about 11. So have a nice time ok."
"Ok" and he flies away to Sophie's place.
"I am going out with my parents. First we will shop and then have dinner in some nice restaurant and then roam around more and then come back. So please come 2moro"
"But we are going today and I might not be able to see you and others after that."
"Sorry Moni I can't do anything. My parents decide the thing ok. And anyways it's Saturday night and most of our friends parents will be out with their moms and dads, so anyways. C u if luck permits, bye."
He goes back to his house thinking that it's no use to go to other friends house either as Sophie had said that... . And even if they might not have a pakka programme for the night, it's not right to go and disturb them and destroy a probable programme of their weekend with their parents.

He came back home. They went out at 11 and were in Morocco the next day.
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Remaining story in next article which I will write either after some time or tommorow.
Ok, bye.