Long, long ago, there lived an old woman. One day, she bought four small earthen pots and placed them on a shelf in her house. She then took some flour to make lunch. However, the old lady had a hard time cooking. With a sigh, she murmured to herself that she wouldn’t have to go Read more…
Books are such a blessing. They teach us so much in and about life. I feel that while academic textbooks have their own importance, we must also devote time to non-curriculum books. These may be fiction, biographies, or self-help books. These are the kinds of books that can be our best friends. I say best Read more…
Once upon a time, a merchant lived in a village with his four sons. As he grew old, he divided his property among his sons. The first son inherited his money-lending business and the second one took over his grocery shop. Likewise, the third son got the cloth shop while the fourth son received the Read more…
I attribute my love for reading to two different instances. The first is a faint childhood memory. I was lying on my bed, along with my brother, and our mother was reading to us. We are young – maybe five and seven respectively. Bedtime stories were an inseparable part of our daily routine, especially when Read more…
Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in the village of Sidhi. His name was Moghe Ram. He and his wife lived in a small hut. They owned a small plot of land, where Moghe Ram toiled all day. One day, while plowing through the field, Moghe Ram’s shovel hit something under the ground. Read more…
I belong to a small town in Madhya Pradesh, in the heart of India. Since my childhood days, I was always intrigued by stories. However, I was not much of a reader back then.
