The Legend of the Magic Rain
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe sun was hot. The road was hot. Even Bhoomi’s chappals felt hot. But the street was full of colour. Big wooden chariots stood
This story is set in India, but the feeling belongs to everyone. Moral stories, bedtime stories, Krishna stories, and everyday Indian life — all short, all in English, all complete with vocabulary and the lesson inside.
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe sun was hot. The road was hot. Even Bhoomi’s chappals felt hot. But the street was full of colour. Big wooden chariots stood
Reading Time: 2 minutesDiya hadn’t touched her dinner. “Meera’s moving to Bangalore,” she said, pushing rice around her plate. “Next month. Forever.” Bhoomi, who had been trying
Reading Time: 2 minutesKabir hated Sunday nights the most, though he could never explain why to anyone. Monday meant a spelling test. Monday meant Mrs Iyer calling
Reading Time: 2 minutesEvery night, the same thing happened at the Sharma family table, and every night, nobody but Vihaan seemed to notice. Dadi would take one
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat inside his cosy little hole in the skirting board, wrapped in a soft scrap of cotton wool. But his tiny
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat by his little door and watched the sky. He was waiting for Dadi Mouse. She had gone to fetch something
Reading Time: 2 minutesGanga was one of two clay pots that hung from a bamboo pole across old Bhola’s shoulders every morning, swaying together on the walk
Reading Time: 2 minutesArjun could set his watch by the residents of Sunshine Apartments — not because he tried to, but because Ramlal kaka never let him
Reading Time: 2 minutesBhoomi had been standing with her arms stuck out stiffly for almost two minutes, trying not to blink, when Diya finally cracked. “You win,”
Reading Time: 2 minutesAt his old school, Rohan was always picked first. Best dribbler, fastest runner, the boy everyone wanted on their side. At his new school
Reading Time: < 1 minute“Grandma, were you ever lost?” Aarav asked. She smiled. “Once. God helped me in a strange way that time.” “Tell me,” he said, sitting
Reading Time: < 1 minuteEvery evening, just before dinner, Meera watered the tulsi plant in their small courtyard. It stood in an old clay pot near the doorway,