Stories For Kids

They burst with a loud explosion! Manva got pusillanimous and kept her eyes closed. She felt something soft dropping on her head. Something from above touched her arms softly and dropped down. What was it she wondered. The laughter of her parents echoed in her ears. "Happy birthday my sweet little Pingu! " she heard her mother saying. "Open your eyes dear" her father said. "Look at the sprinkling glitter that's fallin" Manva showed reluctance. Opened a tiny slit of an eye. Sparking stars and colorful rounded bodies descended down till her tiny feet. She cupped her palms and they gathered in her handful. She looked up in curiosity. There were balloons ....pink, white and purple matte and shiny golden, silver and pink ....the same colors as she had asked. She could see some of them torn and hanging. But some were intact. She could play with them she thought and jumped to grab one. In the attempt she made to gravitate the sparking glitter and thermocol ba...

                  The broad tyres bumped through the dusty roads. Dust clouds, yellow and brown, rose along green fields of pigeon pea, jawar & lentils. Where the road ended was a mud house with gable roof & clay tiles. The inside was cold and calm. There was only one house in the neighborhood amongst vast areas of farms and jungle. Thanks to Rushikesh who had made it worth living by festooning it with beautiful container gardens, colorful lanterns and light décor. The walls embellished with Warli Art had an enigmatic charm. Furniture minimal yet antique.    Exhausted, we sat on a mattress under an overarching neem tree. The breeze was pleasant and so was the experience. A couple of village guys served food on plastic plates. Hot & spicy karhi, relishing potato sabzi, chutney of mashed green chilies & garlic complemented with soft roties. Simple though, it had given fulfillment not only to our taste buds but also t...