Written by Sormista Pal
🥁 The Tiny Drum That Believed in Itself
In a cheerful little village called Melody Meadow, there lived many musical instruments—shiny trumpets, tall drums, silver flutes, and golden violins. They all lived together in the Music Hall and practiced every day for the Grand Festival of Sounds, the biggest celebration of the year.
In one quiet corner of the hall lived Tiku, a tiny wooden drum.
Tiku was small, and his sound was gentle. Whenever the big drums boomed loudly and the trumpets sparkled with music, Tiku felt quieter than ever.
“Oh, I can never be part of the festival,” he sighed. “I’m too soft. No one will hear me.”
One evening, while everyone practiced loudly, Tiku slowly rolled away to the garden outside. He sat beneath the moonlight, feeling lonely and unsure.
Just then, a gentle firefly named Lusha floated near him.
“Why are you so quiet, little drum?” Lusha asked kindly.
Tiku whispered, “I don’t matter. I don’t sound grand like the others.”
Lusha smiled softly. “Do you know, Tiku, that even the quietest sound can touch a heart—if it believes in itself?”
Tiku wasn’t sure, but Lusha’s words stayed with him.
The next day was the Grand Festival. The hall was full of people, glowing lights, and excitement. The instruments played together beautifully—until suddenly…
CRACK!
The biggest drum broke.
Everyone froze. Without the large drum, the rhythm fell apart. The music stopped. The crowd waited in silence.
Tiku’s heart beat fast. He felt scared. But then he remembered Lusha’s words.
Even the quietest sound can touch a heart.
Taking a deep breath, Tiku rolled forward.
“I… I can try,” he said softly.
The other instruments looked surprised, but there was no other choice.
Tiku closed his eyes and believed with all his heart.
Tap… tap… tap.
His gentle rhythm filled the hall—not loud, but warm and steady. The lights seemed to glow softer, as if the Music Hall itself was listening. One by one, the flutes, violins, and bells joined in, following Tiku’s beat.
Something magical happened.
The music became softer… sweeter… and more beautiful than ever before. The audience smiled, clapped, and some even wiped away happy tears.
That day, the festival became the most special one Melody Meadow had ever known.
Later, the big instruments gathered around Tiku.
“You were amazing!” they said.
“You saved the music!”
Tiku smiled—not because he was praised, but because he finally believed in himself.
From that day on, Tiku was never “the tiny drum” again.
He was the drum that believed—and changed everything.
🌟 Story Message
Never think you are too small or unimportant.
When you believe in yourself, even the tiniest effort can create something wonderful.
Your confidence is your magic.
Went back to my childhood days!