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The bag of stories

A day without a story, is a day wasted.

That’s what Aarshi believed. She has been listening to stories since her birth. Yes, even when she couldn’t talk or understand. She would watch her mom talk, and while talking mom would raise her brows, move her hands, nod, smile, lower her voice to a whisper and suddenly go loud. Aarshi loved that so much. She could watch her do that for hours.

story telling

Every night Aarshi would listen to a story and she would not know the point when she would doze off. The story would then continue in her dreams.

On a clear moon night, her mother told her a story of a boy who wished to gift his granny  something really precious, unique and rare. He didn’t know what that could be. He spent hours thinking about an ideal gift. When he could not sleep at night, he went to his terrace and stared at the stars. Suddenly, a huge butterfly came flying and perched on the roof…..

Aarshi started snoring. Mom kissed her goodnight and switched off the lights.


In her dreams, Aarshi was the boy standing on his terrace gazing at the stars. The butterfly asked why he is not happy. The boy told the butterfly he wished to gift his granny the most magnificent thing in the world. But what could that be? The butterfly asked, “do you like the stars?” The boy said, “They are beautiful. I wish I could string them together and gift my granny a sparkling, twinkling necklace of stars.” And so it happened, the huge butterfly took the boy to the stars and he had the perfect gift for his granny.stars

“Take me back home” said the boy. “Right away” said the butterfly and they flew straight down towards his terrace. Suddenly, an evil witch came out of nowhere and cursed the butterfly for helping the boy steal the stars.


The butterfly became tiny, like any other butterfly. And down came Aarshi falling…falling….

There was thud. And mom came running to Aarshi’s room.

Aarshi gave a sheepish grin.

Such was Aarshi’s love for stories.

But all good things come to an end, right?

One night, as usual, Aarshi said, “mom, tell me a story?”

But pat came a reply, “No story today, Aarshi. Mamma’s bag of stories is empty.”

“Bag of stories? I never knew you took stories out of a …a bag?”

“Yes, I always did. Every storyteller has a bag of stories. And it is said, if you take out a story, you need to replace it with another story. Otherwise, the bag would soon be empty. But, I kept taking out stories from the bag. You never helped me replace it with another. So now, there are no more stories in the bag”, mom shrugged.


“But…but.. mom, how could I have helped?”

“When I tell you a story, you tell me another. I’ll put it into the bag. This way our bag would never be empty.”

“But I don’t know any?”

“I am sorry. Can’t help. You’ll have to sleep without a story now.” Mom left the room.

Aarshi never thought this day would come!

She would have to think of new stories to refill the bag.

Aarshi took out her diary. A beautiful golden diary her mom had gifted on her 6th birthday. Now is the time to put it to use.

Aarshi started thinking and writing stories. And to her surprise, she couldn’t stop!

Writing A Letter

Writing stories was fun, even better than listening to them.

Within a week, Aarshi had written, 15 short stories. Of fairies and witches; of grannys and nannys; of unicorns, dragons and dianosaurs; of animals and mermaids.

One morning, as usual, a story came to her mind, and Aarshi rushed to get her diary.

But hey!

Where’s the diary?

“I kept it safely in my shelf last night. Where did it go?”

Aarshi looked for it everywhere. But it was of no use.

4 days passed. It was Aarshi’s birthday.

At the strike of 12, Aarshi wished herself “Happy Birthday” and went to sleep. But there was something under her pillow.

A book!


My bag of stories by Aarshi.

And then came a voice from behind. “Happy Birthday, my little storyteller.”

Mom was smiling.

“You are now a bag of stories. Never let the stories in you come to an end. Keep refilling the bag.”

Aarshi gave a tight hug to mom. It was her 8th birthday, but the storyteller in her was just born.


“You are now a bag of stories. Never let the stories in you come to an end. Keep refilling the bag”

Aarshi gave a tight hug to mom. It was her 8th birthday, but the storyteller in her was just born.

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Stora and the Sleepless Demon

This is Stora – the story-loving girl.

Cute little kid reading Halloween story book

Stora never sleeps without listening to 2 stories every night.

“Stora, it’s bedtime”

“No ma. Not yet. It’s storytime”

And mom would tell the stories of

 babies with long tails and a monkies with no tails.


“Okay, story finished. Now close your eyes and sleep. Bedtime.”

“No ma. Not yet. One more story please.”

And mom would tell the story of a fish who hated swimming and a bird who wished he didn’t have feathers.

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The stories would put Stora to sleep. And she would dream of tail-less

 monkeys and tailed babies; flying fish and birds with fins.

And she would smile in her sleep.

Sometimes even giggle.


One day, Stora had gone too far playing hide and seek with friends. She never realized she had gone too far into the jungle.


It was as dark as her bathroom at night with lights off.

She held her hands in front of her. It was so dark that she could not even see her hands!

She kept walking until she could see a faint light at a distance.

Stora ran towards the light.

There she saw something that made her eyes go wide.



A huge, ugly, big-toothed demon!

Stora held her breath and turned to run away but…

“Stop there! Caught you.”

The demon giggled.

“Come here, girl. Come near. Let me have a look at you” said the demon.

Stora trembled from head to toe.

Stock Illustrations: Cartoon Illustration Of Kawaii Style Cute Little Surprised

“L-ll-l-let me go, please. I won’t tell anyone about you. Promise.”

“O come here, i said. Right away” ordered the demon.

He picked Stora up in her hands and brought her closer. Stora’s hair blew as if in a storm when he breathed out.

Ah, pretty girl. Vy you tremblin?’

Y-y-you are going to gobble me up, aint you?

Huh? Gobble you up? Hey what made you think so? Ah, is it because i am a demon? Hmm.. Don’t blame you. Demons do eat up humans. But you know what? I am a vegetarian. Yes.

Stora stared at him open-mouthed.

A monkey with no tail, an anti-swimming fish, a bird that doesn’t fly, and now a demon that doesn’t eat flesh!!  What has happen to the 


“But I have a problem. I can’t sleep. I have not slept for years, you know. The last time I slept was when I was …. In my mom’s lap.”


With that, the demon started crying, howling, wailing.

Stora could not see him howling. He got uglier and scarier while crying.

“So, you want me to help you sleep. Is that what you want?”

“Amm.. Not really. I am getting bored sitting alone all night. I want you to talk to me. That’s all.”

Stora thought for a minute.

I must help him. He just needs a friend. He’s not a bad demon

So, Stora like her mother, started telling stories to entertain him.

She told him the story of the elephant that entered the sugarcane field at midnight so that he could eat as much as he can and run away. He ate his heart’s fill and silently tip-toed out of the field. He had reached the corner of the field when, something rose up his stomach, to his throat, till his mouth and ….. Burrrrpp….

He spent the rest of his life working for the farmers.

The demon laughed and laughed. He had laughed for the first time in many years.

Then Stora told the story of a little boy who changed places with a kangaroo’s joey and spent the day jumping.

Then a whale who wished he could play hide-and-seek with small fish and never get caught. But……


The demon was fast asleep. Stora knew his friend won’t wake up for days now. He is sleeping after a looong time.

And look, the sun is up and she can easily see her way out of the jungle.

Stora kissed her friend goodbye and left for home happily.

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