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Not for Sale Please Read the Part-1 of ' Not for Sale '.           She therefore decided to return home at once. She wrote the young man a long letter which she left in his room. In the letter, the young woman mentioned nothing about her health; she simply said that she had discovered that she was not really in love with him and that she had decided not to get married. Under the circumstances, she wrote, the best thing for her to do was to return home. And she did. After she did. After she had left, the young man found the letter in his room. For Summary of "Not For Sale", please click the below link >> Summary           The woman at the shop, who had been telling me the story, stopped at this point. I waited for a moment, then remarked, "But you haven't said anything about the painting. Where does that come into the story?"           She remained silent for a moment. "The painting is simpl...

Not for Sale           When I take vacations, I enjoy going around different towns in the Southwestern part of the United States. I am particularly interested in the many art galleries and shops in the part of the country. These shops often exhibit paintings of young artists who have not yet won much attention. If one has a good eye for such things and chooses carefully, one can sometimes pick up some real bargains. At least it has been my experience in the past that I can find paintings which later prove to be true works of art. In fact, several of these now hang on the walls of my apartment and give me pleasure each time I look at them. They give me pleasure, first, because I was able to pick them up at a low price and, second, because I had the good sense to recognize the work of a young artist who later became famous.           Thus, it happened that one summer I drove into the quaint little town of Taos, New Mexico, wher...

Breeze in the Old Building           "I even learned one day while blowing through the Ministry Office building that they have their territories marked in the air too. If someone crosses these by mistake and goes over to the other's then they start their fights. And these are not ordinary fights, like I do with Miss Air sometimes, these are gun battles. They kill each other and settle their scores. I refused to touch such flags on the wars fields that the winners hoist after the war is won, over the strewn dead bodies. I wanted to tear such pieces of colourful cloth to shreds."           "Yes, dear Ms Breeze, i know all about this. Last time, decades ago, my brother Storm Beaten had gone out once when he met Tornado and Gale. They were so very angry with these humans that they destroyed whatever came on their way. Storm Beaten was also blown off his feet but he somehow managed to cling onto a tree, without food and water, like...

Breeze in the Old Building           Breeze stood near the gate of the old building and asked the gatekeeper in a low voice,           "Will you let me in please?"           The gatekeeper hugged her and said, "Yes dear! By all means!"           After touching the doorman's tossing mane and tartar beard slightly, Breeze flew inside the building and was greeted by her friends who were trapped in there for years together. They sighed in relief as if they had got a breather when Breezer had steeped in. The rugged pillar on the veranda grimaced seeing Breeze corning in and emitted a steamy breath. She went from hall to hall, from one room to another and stopped at the attic. The oldish upcountry putrid air glowered at her from the ceiling and said,           "What brings you here, Breeze after so many years?"       ...