“We cannot go out to play,” said the boy looking out of the window as sheets of rain came down.
“Let’s play chess,” his friend said.
He had seen his father arrange the pieces.
They took out the board and arranged the pieces.
“How do we play this?” the boy said.
“I don’t know!” his friend said, “I only know how to set the pieces up.”
“What is this?” the boy said.
“That is an elephant, and this is my King. You have to capture my King to win.”
“My elephant jumps on your King,” said the boy and smashed his rook on the white King.
By the time they had stopped tumbling around, all the pieces lay scattered.
“I have to go home,” said the friend,” we will play another game of chess in the evening if it rains.”
“Yes, Chess is fun!” said the boy.

I had a sore throat and a fever. At eight, that meant, no school!
I was happy, but my mother insisted father take me to a doctor.
We went to see a doctor who was my father’s friend.
He had a ‘clinic’ near our house, which was always empty. The room had a desk and three chairs. On the desk were some bottles full of candy-balls in different colours.
“What stocks are doing well?” father said.
“Invest in metals, the property market is also doing well,” said the doctor.
They discussed the stock market for an hour.
Father thanked him, and on the way out said,” He has a sore throat.”
“Gargle with salt water, eat warm food, ” the doctor said.
He gave me a few candy balls of each colour.
I liked the doctor and his treatment method.