Short Stories – Island

Hello Friends, Today we will go through another short story which may change your mindset about your life…. Go through it!!!

Quite a long time ago, there was an island where every one of the sentiments lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and the majority of the others, including Love.

One day it was declared to the sentiments that the island was going to sink, so they all need to clear it at the earliest opportunity. Every one of the emotions arranged their pontoons and left. Love was the one in particular who remained.

Love needed to remain until it began sinking. At the point when Love was nearly sinking, he chose to request help.

Riches was going by Love in an excellent pontoon. Love stated, “Riches, would you be able to take me with you?”

Riches replied, “No, I can’t.. There are a ton of gold and silver in my vessel. There is no spot here for you.”

Love chose to ask Vanity who was additionally cruising by, “Vanity, it would be ideal if you help me!”

“I can’t enable you to cherish. You are for the most part wet and can presumably harm my vessel,” Vanity replied.

Pity was close by so Love requested assistance, “Misery, let me go with you.”

“Oh..Love, I am pitiful to the point that I want to go alone!”

Joy gone by Love as well, yet she was glad to the point that she didn’t hear when Love called her!

Abruptly, there was a voice, “Come Love, I will take you.” It was a senior. Love turned out to be glad to the point that he even neglected to ask the senior her name. When they touched base at dry land, the senior went alone way.

Love asked Knowledge, another senior, the name of the senior who had helped him. “The time had come,” addressed Knowledge.

“Time? In any case, for what reason timed assistance me?” asked Love.

“Since just Time is equipped for seeing how significant Love is,” addressed Knowledge.

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