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, its leaves green and fragrant in the evening air. “Why do we water it every single day, Amma?” Meera asked one evening, feeling a little tired
Reading Time: < 1 minuteThe river flowed quietly under the moonlight. Its water shimmered like silver as it wound through fields and forests. Near the riverbank swam a little silver fish named Finny. Every evening, Finny loved to follow the river’s gentle current. But one night, Finny looked ahead and saw the river disappearing
Reading Time: < 1 minuteIt was Diwali night, and the whole street outside glowed like a sky full of fallen stars. Aarav stood on his rooftop, counting the diyas lined along the parapet. One by one, the little flames flickered out as the wind passed through. “Oh no,” he whispered. “They’re all going out.”
Reading Time: < 1 minuteOn a soft little bed, by an open window, sat a teddy bear named Bunno. He had soft brown fur and one button eye that sparkled in the moonlight. Every night, Bunno sat on the windowsill and looked up at the stars. “My friend Aru used to count stars with
Reading Time: < 1 minuteHigh in a soft grey cloud, lived a tiny raindrop named Boondi. She was the smallest raindrop in the whole cloud. “I’m too small to matter,” Boondi sighed. “The big raindrops fall first. Nobody will notice me.” Beside her, a plump raindrop named Dolu plopped over the cloud’s edge. “Bye,
Reading Time: < 1 minuteOne quiet evening, a little lantern glowed beside a garden path. Its warm light helped rabbits find their way home and guided sleepy birds back to their nests. The lantern was happy to help. But as the night grew darker, a gentle wind began to blow. Whoosh… Whoosh… The little
Reading Time: < 1 minuteIn a tall tree by the quiet pond, lived a little owl named Hoo-Hoo. Every evening, when the sky turned orange, Hoo-Hoo got ready for bed. First, she fluffed up her soft feathers. Then she tucked her wings in close. “That’s step one,” she said happily. Next, she hummed her
Reading Time: < 1 minuteThe mango tree was enormous. It filled the whole backyard in Kerala. Its branches touched the evening sky. Anju was watering the tulsi plant. She heard a small thud. Something had fallen near the roots. It was a squirrel. Tiny. Still. Its eyes were open and frightened. Anju knelt down
Reading Time: 2 minutesAyaan was not scared. He was just very, very awake. He lay under his dinosaur blanket staring at the ceiling fan. Round and round. The apartment was quiet. The city outside was doing its usual night things — a horn here, a dog somewhere far away, the low hum of
Reading Time: < 1 minuteThe night Meera caught her first firefly, she was seven years old and wearing her grandfather’s oversized kurta as a nightgown. It was summer. The kind that smells of wet mud and marigolds. Dadi’s village house had no air conditioning, only two ceiling fans that clicked on every third rotation
