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THE ELEPHANT EXPERIENCE

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Pic.: Mini Milind Y ears ago, when I had decided to do something about my poor English, one of the things I did – and found very effective – was telling a nice story in two tenses… the Present and the Past. Over the years, I have helped hundreds of people, who were earnest about improving their English, with the same method… Yes, write a nice story down in both the tenses… and, then, tell it to someone… I had first come across this story in our primary school text-book. Decades have rolled by and I still find myself doing what each of these six blind-men did… the elephant experience! THE ELEPHANT  EXPERIENCE PAST: T here   lived six blind men in a village. They hadn’t seen an elephant in their life. So, one day, when someone said there was an elephant in the village, the six blind men wanted to have an experience of it. “Hey, the elephant is like a huge pillar,” said the first blind man. He had touched the leg of the elephant....

THE ELEPHANT EXPERIENCE

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Pic.: Mini Milind Y ears ago, when I had decided to do something about my poor English, one of the things I did – and found very effective – was telling a nice story in two tenses… the Present and the Past. Over the years, I have helped hundreds of people, who were earnest about improving their English, with the same method… Yes, write a nice story down in both the tenses… and, then, tell it to someone… I had first come across this story in our primary school text-book. Decades have rolled by and I still find myself doing what each of these six blind-men did… the elephant experience! THE ELEPHANT  EXPERIENCE PAST: T here   lived six blind men in a village. They hadn’t seen an elephant in their life. So, one day, when someone said there was an elephant in the village, the six blind men wanted to have an experience of it. “Hey, the elephant is like a huge pillar,” said the first blind man. He had touched the leg of the elephant....
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...