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Once, there was a poor boy named Ajan. He lived in a small hut that stood on the sea shore. He was not a handsome and clever even in study. His ungainly figure gifts only hate from others . His only relative in the world was an old woman.She was his grandmother. She went to the market every day and bought flowers then she took them to the houses of rich people, Gradually her health became worse. so he insisted on for seeking a job to look after the family. So he leaves his study in 6th standard.
Every morning, he went to the forest, and collects the wild flowers. Then he carried the flowers to the sea shore, or street. But, It was not a good business. Most of the days in a month they had to starve because of getting nothing.
That was a rainy season.
As usual, Ajan went to the jungle for collecting the flowers. He reached the suburbs of that jungle. He saw some useless things scattered there. Ajan groped there for something to get. Suddenly, something glaring happened to fall in his sight. He moved to that object and stooped down he picked up an old iron pen.He watching it with very curiously.
I will give it to Mr.Naranan- he thought.
Naranan was a hunch-backed man like him. Reaching home, he kept it in a bag. In night, when the dining was over, the pen came to his mind. He took away the pen and sat in a chair. What an ugly pen like me? Naranan may not be like it, if he don’t like? So Before that I should try its capacity he thought, Suddenly, he took a piece of white paper and tries to write. When he touched the pen to the paper a miracle happened there. A poem is written by anybody. He wondered!! Suddenly he go rushing to grandma's room, she sang it loudly . That was a sweet song.
Ajan received a new song from the old pen. His grandma gave a good music to it.
As usual, Ajan went to seacoast, people are waiting for him, and he sang the new song loudly, after some times someone purchased it for a big money. That continued, Gradually he became a rich man. His small hut became a King palace. Then he led a very luxurious life with the help of the pen. The honorable Mayer of that country came with a proposal for his daughter.
One day Ajan was sitting with his old Pen, suddenly he heard a voice from the pen.
“Dear son, now you became a rich man. so please give me permission for go away ”
He trembled with fear.
“Who are you, where are you going”
“That is a big story dear",
The pen replayed, then it began to tell his story.
“Listen me, hundreds and hundreds years ago I was a poet. One day some grate women came from heaven to my home for meet me. They wanted a song for singing a birthday meeting, but I insulted them, not only that I insisted for marriage to a lady, but she don’t agreed it. Not only that She sworn me or imprecates me. I was horrified. Then I became only a pen. I begged for good, when the pure lady said
"I can’t destroys my imprecation but I say, if anybody will find out you, then he will write you, at that time you will get release".
"Then I became a rover. Hundred and hundred years I roved. I went to sea ,desert, and forest, at last you find out me. When he wrote me, at that moment I get release but I was waiting for your wealthy. Thank you very much, now you are a rich man so kindly give me a goodbye".
Ajan can’t believe it, his eyes filled with tears.
“you are my savior, if you leave me ......what happened to me”.
“Nothing Ajan you will still a rich and good man, please, this is good for me”.
Ajan continue his hush, then he said,
“OK this is for your good future, you can recollect your past, yes I wish to you a good by…. . by”.
At that moment the pen become invisible. .
Then Ajan led a very rich life like a king.