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- November 5, 2025
- 5–7 years, Moral Stories, Uncategorized
Work Is Worship
It was a fine winter morning in a small Indian field.The golden sunlight touched the grass, and a grasshopper sat on a stone, stretching his
It was a fine winter morning in a small Indian field.The golden sunlight touched the grass, and a grasshopper sat on a stone, stretching his
In a small Indian village, under the shade of an old banyan tree, lived a man named Dhaniram.He was known by everyone — not for
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
One morning in Kailash, the home of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati, two brothers — Kartikeya and Ganesha — sat before their parents.Parvati smiled and
In the colorful town of Jaipur lived a painter named Bhanu. His art was famous—every wall he touched turned into beauty. But inside, Bhanu was
In the green fields of Vrindavan, where laughter and music filled the air, Lord Krishna once sat beneath a kadamba tree, playing His flute.The melody
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

