Nanu- The fussy-eating kid (Age 2 to 6)

Nanu was a fussy eater. He loved noodles, but when mamma cooks his favourite noodles with veggies, he would push the bowl away. Cutlets made his mouth water. But mamma is so adamant to make him eat those greens that she cleverly includes some finely chopped beans and spinach in the mix. Nanu would eat gladly unless he spots the green lurking in the cutlet. 

One afternoon, Nanu was playing with his favourite round-about train set. Mamma tried to put him to sleep but he was not at all sleepy. He wanted to make the train run few more rounds. Finally, mamma dozed off.

Few minutes later, Nanu’s stomach gurgled. Was he hungry? But he just had his lunch. Oh no. He had been a bad boy yet again. He had refused to eat the porridge mamma made for him. There were beans, coriander and spinach in it. So he…

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Exam Fever!

They are uninvited, they are unpleasant,1

But unfortunately, they are here!

Forget ghosts, forget beasts,

Exams are my only fear.


Theorems make me break a sweat,

Periodic tables make me shiver.

I am afraid I am down with,

What they call ‘exam fever’.


But am I the only one,

Burning the midnight oil?

No, there’s someone else too,

Putting up with a turmoil.



Someone who can expertly ease,

The butterflies in my tummy.

No points for guessing,

My 3 a.m. buddy is my mummy.










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The Ugly Rhino (age 2 to 5)

Renno, the rhinoceros was a new student in the class. 

So, he was sitting alone in a bright orange chair.

The new school was big. It had see-saws and slides. It had so many classrooms. And so many kids to make friends with. Renno was excited.

Just then he saw a rabbit sitting alone like him. He was a beautiful rabbit. He had milky white skin and long ears. He had a pink nose and big black eyes. Renno thought, he must be a new student like me. Let me go and ask him to be my friend.

Suddenly, Jeremy, the giraffe, entered the class. He was the class teacher.

“Attend to your roll calls, children” said he.

Then he called the children one by one by their names. Renno listened and memorized every student’s name.

There was Anna, the anteater , Buffy, the baboon  

Esho, the elephant  

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The Messy Mane

Once upon a storytime,

There was a lion, bad and big.

He loved tearing to pieces

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He had big, bad eyes,

Round and red,

And big, bad teeth,

Almost a hundred.


But one thing he hatedroar.png

Was his long mane,

That pricked his eyes,

And gave a lot of pain.


It was messy, dirty,

Sticky like clay,

It think his mom,

Didn’t wash it this Sunday.


One day he spotted,

A rabbit, white like snow,

He moved closer to him,

carefully and slow.



Growl! He pounced,

Like a toy with spring,

Ready to kill and eat,

That poor little thing.


Stop, o mighty king,

You are strong and fearless,

I might be weak,

But I am definitely not useless.


Ha Ha Ha! What do you think,

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Or any creature,

As small as you?


I can help you,

Tame your mane,

I know it gives you,

A lot of pain.


Really, can you do that?

The lion was taken aback.

If you help me,

You get your freedom back.



The rabbit washed

Combed and oiled

The lion’s mane was

No longer spoiled.


Then tied his mane

Into a cute tight bun

The lion said,

grooming is actually fun!



Wow! I am free,

Said the happy hare

And the lion was

Free from his dirty, messy hair.


Always be ready

To help and care.

Like this weak and small,

But helpful little hare.




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The legend of Bhogi Pandigai

January is here! Kartik’s favourite month.

Everything about this month is so good.

Start of the year, the chill of the winters, the warmth of razai and of course, the winter holidays.

But the biggest attraction of this month is Pongal, his favorite festival.

Kartik belongs to Madurai, Tamil Nadu, but has been living in Delhi for very long.

Mom says they shifted to Delhi when he was 2.

Kartik speaks Tamil, though not as good as his mom, dad and pati(granny). Sometimes, he would start his sentences in Tamil but helplessly end it in Hindi.

But no matter what, he loves Pongal, one of the most important festivals celebrated in Tamil Nadu.

Kartik woke up to mom’s calling. But when he opened his eyes, mom was nowhere to be seen.

Then he found her at the courtyard, making beautiful Kolam.pongal

“Mom, what are you doing?” Kartik was pleasantly surprised.

“Today is Bhogi. Have you forgotten?” said mom.

“Aha! So do we get to eat yummy bolis for breakfast?” asked the super-excited Kartik.

“May be. If you hurry up and get ready”, replied mom with a smile.

Bhogi is the first day of a 4 day long Pongal festival. The day is also called Bhogi Pongal. Yesterday, mom and dad had cleaned the house. Kartik was asked to clean his room, which he did.

Kartik could already smell the delicious bolis cooking on dosai kall. The smell of ghee was irresistible. He hurriedly dressed up and sat to eat.

Bolis are a kind of pancakes made out of lentils and jaggery, cooked like paranthas and served with ghee.

“Mom, why do we celebrate Bhogi?” asked Kartik, his 4th boli stuffed in his mouth.

“Hmm…I am sure you have heard this story. But perhaps never knew, it has anything to do with Boli Pongal” said mom with a knowing smile.

Kartik was curious.

“So here it goes. The people of Vrindavan worshipped Indra as he is the God of clouds and rain. Every year, they carried out a huge yagya to please Indra. They considered Indra as the supreme, most powerful of all Gods.

Yes, it was true that it was Indra because of whom it rained, the crops yielded good harvest, but pride kills respect.

The honor and the respect he got from all sides made Indra full of pride and arrogance.

Now, Krishna decided to teach Indra a lesson. He advised the people of Vrindavan to worship Lord Govardhan, the God of cows, instead.

“We are all shephards and milkmen. We owe everything to Gow-mata. So ideally, we should be offering our prayers to Lord Govardhan. Let’s make a fresh start this year.”

This made Indra furious. And he showed his anger by causing terrible thunderstorms. It rained heavily and the whole village flooded.

At this Krishna, lifted mount Govardhan on his little finger and the entire village got sheltered under the mountain.


Indra could cause no harm to anyone. This humbled him down. He fell on Krishna’s feet and begged for forgiveness.

Krishna forgave Indra instantly, and made him realize that his powers will be respected till the time he stays away from pride.

So, we do pay respect to Indra because he makes it rain, making the crops stay healthy and helping the farmers get a good yield and Bhogi is the first day of the festival of harvest – Pongal celebrated to honor Indra.

Yes, Kartik had heard this story many times. But didn’t know this was the legend behind Bhogi. Tomorrow is Thai Pongal and it is only going to get better!



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The Tale of a Tail

Once upon a storytime, there lived two best friends. Both of them had many things in common.

One was as cute as the other, as naughty as the other and as clever as the other.

Both had two big eyes, one big smile, and a big appetite
for cakes and bananas.

But they were different in one thing. One had a long tail. The other did not.


Because one was a monkey and the other was a human baby.

They played together, ate together and slept together. When mom called they raced to home together. But the monkey always won. Because he could so easily jump from one tree to the other. He hung by his tail from the tree and swung to and fro. The baby watched. He was fascinated by the monkey’s tail.

monkey on tree

But the monkey wished he didn’t have this ugly, rope like thing sticking out of…

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