Story World: Eves Diary

- The splendor of the story of the world's best creators ...

- Original creator - Mark Twain Introduction-Paresh Vyas

- I like the moon very much, we should have five or six moons, then I will never sleep, just look at the soft bed of moss.

'Varta' was created for the first time in Gujarati language. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

(We enjoyed the story of excerpts from the diary of Adam, the first man in the universe, in the last issue. Now, Eve's point of view is Eve's diary. And the same Mark Twain's trademark humor.)

(Part-1)

Saturday: It's almost a day now. I came yesterday. I think so. And that would be because if there was a day before yesterday I would have to remember that I was not here when this happened. However, this has happened and is not my focus. But from now on I will be careful. And if I find out that there was a day before yesterday, I will take note of that. I think as an experiment I am here, I am an experimenter and nothing else.

If I'm here as part of an experiment, am I the only one doing the whole experiment? No, I don't think so. I am in the lead role, but in all of this, everyone else has a stake. Is my place safe or do I have to take care of myself? I think there should be another option out of the above two. My spontaneity tells me that eternal caution is the price to pay for supremacy. I think this is a nice phrase for my age ... because I'm still one day old.

Everything looks better today than it did yesterday. In the rush to finish all this yesterday, the mountains remained rough and even some part of the field has fallen into disarray with useless things and this weak part of creation is depressing. The exquisite and beautiful work of art must not be done in a hurry and this glorious new paradise is certainly the most exquisite and beautiful creation. And also that it is definitely flawless or very close to perfect, even if the creator took less time to create it. A lot of stars are together in one place while they are scattered in other places but I think it can be arranged neatly, I have no doubt.

The moon fell from its place yesterday and fell from the whole plan - it was a huge loss. I think it was a very sad heartbreaking event. There are no ornaments or decorations that can match the beauty of the moon. And besides, the one who has the moon now will keep it hidden, I know, because I would have done the same. I now feel for sure that the core of my existence, my core nature is to love all that is beautiful, to desire all that is beautiful. And I like the moon very much. It is so beautiful, so supernatural. I think we should have five or six moons, then I will never sleep, just look at the soft bed of moss.

The stars are great too. I want to decorate it in my locks. But I think that can never happen. You may be surprised that the stars are so far away from us, but don't think they are far away. When they appeared yesterday I immediately took a bamboo and tried to plow it but the bamboo could not reach there. I was amazed. Then I tried to throw a few clouds, but it was not possible to break the stars.

I think I missed the mark for a while. Maybe if I had tried a little harder, I would have got those stars. So I cried a little, which I think is natural, it is natural to heal a few tears at my age. Then resting a bit, taking the basket in hand I fell out. I went to the outer circumference of the circle of this space, where the stars were close to the ground, holding hands outstretched, that was all right because only then could I gently gather the stars in such a way that they would not break. But they were far away, and I finally gave up. I was tired. The legs were no longer moving.

I couldn’t get back home because I had gone too far and it was getting colder too I found a few tiger company. I stopped there. The cohabitation was very pleasant. The smell of their breath was quite sweet and fun as they lived among the strawberries. I had never seen a tiger like this before, but as I saw it, I saw the stripes on its body so I knew in minutes that it is a tiger. If I could get her leather from somewhere I would give her a nice fun gown CV.

Now I have a better understanding of distance. At first it was like I was running to catch every nice thing but those things were far away. So sometimes it is close to six inches but it seems to be one foot away but in between there were thorns. I didn't understand what an animal was looking at yesterday afternoon. I think he must be a man. I had never seen a man like this before but it looked like this. I was also realizing that out of all the reptiles, I was getting more and more curious about this animal.

It was a reptile, I thought, because its hair was smelly and its eyes were brown. It had no stiffness, and when it stood up, its legs were slowly shrinking like a carrot, and as it became wider, it looked like a platform. At first I was afraid of him and I would run away if he kept looking back at me because I thought he would follow me now. But then I realized that he was trying to get away from me. So I didn't panic, but I kept following her. For hours. Keeping a distance of 5 yards in between. But seeing that, he got annoyed and panicked. Eventually he must have been very scared so he climbed the tree. I stood up waiting but then I raised my hand and I went back home.

Sunday: It's still there. Above the trees. Apparently he was resting. But this should be an excuse for me to avoid. Sunday is not a day to rest, Saturday is a day set aside for rest. I felt that it was more dear to the animal to rest than to do anything else. I get tired if I rest so much. I feel very tired trying to sit and look at the trees. I don't know what rest is after all, for which I have never seen the benefits of rest.

They sent the moon back, and I was so happy! I think those people are honest. But then it slipped back down and fell, but I didn't have any problem. If the neighbors are good, then why worry? They will catch it and send it back. I wish I could avenge their wishes, I could send a few stars for them because there are so many stars here, so many more than we need. I meant 'my' need, not 'ours' .. because I can see that the reptile doesn't care about any of these things. Its cognition is weak. He has no understanding of art.

I went there yesterday evening. He was then trying to catch the dotted fish playing in the lake. To stop it, I had to pile it up and send it back to the trees so that the fish could live in peace. Is this animal just for him? Is there no such thing as a heart? Doesn't he have a sense of compassion for the little creature? Or is it his design and manufacturing in such a way that it can do a good job without any intrusions and no feelings? I felt a lump in my ear and he spoke a language. I was absolutely thrilled. Because I had never heard anyone speak this before, except my own dialect. I didn't understand the words but it seemed to make sense.

When I found out that he could speak, I became interested in him, because speaking is my favorite activity. To go and talk, I have to be twice as entertaining as I am and never stop talking, if the host wants to.

If this reptile is male, then it is not appropriate to address it as a non-male species. Right? It is also not grammatically correct. I think it’s ‘hee’ and not ‘it’. I think so. Well, I count him as a man and call him that way. It's different if something else comes out later. In this situation of uncertainty, it would be better to call it this way.

Sunday of the second week: I spent the whole week hanging out with her and trying to get acquainted with her. But I had to speak because he was shy by nature, but I didn't mind, and I used the word 'we' over and over again because he seemed to fit in with me.

Wednesday: Now we get along with each other. Introduced. Now he was not trying to avoid me, which was a good sign, showing that he liked me to be with him.

(More to come)

Introduction to the Creator

Mark Twain

Born November 30, 19

Died 31 April 1910

The world-renowned American author Samuel Langhorn Clemens, nicknamed Mark Twain, was a great author of short stories and novels. Her stories and novels are famous for their humorous style, vivid portraits and unforgettable character writing. William Faulkner, a Nobel laureate and a leading literary figure, called Mark Twain the "father of American literature." Hearing the news of his death, the then US President William Howard Taft paid tribute, saying that Mark Twain had made millions of people have a lot of fun - a real rational joy - and that his literary creations would continue to do so for millions of generations to come.