He was a boy of 12 years. He wasn't considered to be having a very pure nature. Mischievous he was, got punished by the elderly people. He loved doing things that interested him. His name was Thomas. Teachers and his friends too ignored him. He wore a shabby looking shirt and the pant he wore was looking horrible. You will also be annoyed when you see him. ''Idiot boy", many would say. But he didn't care about it. He does that what his heart says to him. No one can stop him except himself. Let us know what happens the next.
It was the month of September. He was living in the Khurda district in Orissa. Orissa is in India. He didn't go to the school for the day. Thought to do something that would interest him. No friends to be found and he was alone. He felt a little lonely. Nothing could be done as all were off to school. Suddenly...he saw a football lying in the garden of his neighbour. "How I wish I could have got the ball?,"said to himself. Really he could have enjoyed. Let's know the thing he did the next. He secretly jumped the wall of his neighbour.
His neighbours were out as it was evening. They would return too late. The next moment Thomas got into the garden, took the ball and went off. He was walking on the road, playing with it all alone. He heard something. He couldn't believe himself. He felt as if his own heart was talking to him. His heart said," Thomas, O! Thomas, Why are you stealing something that doesn't belongs to you. Me...,said Thomas. "Yes, my friend. This is really not a good habit. Decent boys like you don't do things like that,"said the heart. Thomas understood. Thought to get the football lying in the same place as it was. And thought," Perhaps the heart was right. He is also my inner voice. He tells me what is right and what is wrong. By saying this he returned home. He was the changed Thomas and not that idiot one.