It was a bright morning in Vrindavan, and the gentle breeze carried the sound of Krishna’s flute through the fields.By the Yamuna River, the Gopis,
It was a hot summer afternoon in a small Indian village.The sun blazed in the sky, and the fields shimmered like gold. A little crow
In a small wooden pencil box, there lived a shiny new pencil named Piku.He had a sharp point, a smooth body, and a bright pink
Milo the little mouse lived inside a cozy hole near a farmer’s house.Every night, before going to sleep, he liked to visit his friends —
In a quiet Indian village at the edge of a mountain, there lived a stonecutter named Raghav.He worked hard every day, cutting rocks under the
High above the clouds, the Moon yawned.He looked at his sky full of stars and said softly, “It’s almost bedtime, little ones. Let’s shine gently
In the divine days of Lord Krishna’s time in Gokul, there lived a wise and beautiful peacock. He was clever, sincere, and a devoted follower
In a small Indian town surrounded by green hills lived an old gardener named Hari. He cared for the town’s park with quiet devotion. Every
Once upon a time in a sunny village, a kind potter named Karim had two gentle donkeys named Rafi and Noor. Every morning, he loaded
Diya was not like every other kid in her class. While most children had one mummy and one papa, Diya had teen (three) mummy-papa! Her
