this story is from our book and is not mine, if there is any offense please tell me, I will delete it right away. It is written by "Zikpuii pa" "K.C.Lalvunga" who is also IFS.

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I love this story badly so I am sharing with you guys ,I hope you like it ☺️.

I don't know if there is copyright .

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-I will write this only in 1 chapter as it is only from our school book.

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. I am only translating it,and it is my first time 😂

One morning I prepare to travel ,"where is my walking stick?" said,I looked at the place I used to keep it, it wasn't there."where is my stick?" I asked my family, but they didn't know. "gosh,have it gone lost?"I search for it in every corner , frame and attics of the house, I don't find it , I look for it in the kitchen, the chimni ,in the shelf , behind the tea cups and every corner of the house and there are even some place I don't wanna bother to look anymore . I'm feeling dizzy because I have been searching for too long .I see it in my imagination,the edge is bigger ,and the upper edge is smaller,just an ordinary Bamboo , a little bigger then the thumb. The upper edge beautifully cutted in circle , the edge cut into two, the culm node is made smoth by me, is can be tell from the way it looks that I have used it for a long time. I have searched it for a long time now, my son come to me,"my dear son, where is my stick?" I asked. Without paying attention to me ,"I don't know" he answered. As the one I suspected to take it answered me' I don't know' I sit unsuccessfully.

As the walking stick that I have dreamt to have forever have gone lost ,it somehow make me feel strange (uncomfortable). I have been and will be traveling forever, every village and every place up and down, unpleasant places , night and day,I dreamtfor the both of us(the stick and me) to walk together; all of my programmes have all changed from that hour. I I was going to take another,it would still be another (not that walking stick).

One who had known about me, one who had learnt my hands and my legs and all the way I walk. One who had gone through sunny and rainy days with me, I don't think others would be like it. My previous stick have gone through 100 miles with me before it broke, I threw it away with hesitation . My Peon get me a new one from next to the place I threw the broken stick, I tried walking with it, it was heavy ,big and I think it disturb my arms swing. But as I think it's too troublesome to take another one ,I take it with me . I cut a part of it in every place we rest. As time passes , it becomes lighter and lighter , in the end, I feel really comfortable to take it with me. Time passes I like it better and better, I fill a little guilt because I was so dissatisfied with it. As we know each other that much it was uncomfortable for me to look for another stick and know each other from the beginning once again.Moreover the place where my stick was taken and -the day it was taken is like a dream, it is not known when you will meet a days like that again .The one who take it for me, he is not in this state anymore, he also have a new job. I don't think he will be excited to take a stick for me again.

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that's all for now, I changed my mind ,I said that I'll make it in 1- chapter but it's more difficult than I think, The original author know how to say things that make us fell the whole lot of feelings. I tried preety hard to do the same , I hope you enjoy it.

If you do please like it and comment what's in your mind. If you want me to translate the next chapter please give me 30 likes