Stories written in simple language for children.
The Whale Who Remembered the Songs The song was still there. It moved through the deep like a slow heartbeat, steady and old. Koa the whale felt it in his chest before he heard it with his ears. “Not everyone remembers anymore,” Koa said, his voice traveling far beyond sight. The water answered by holding…
Story 5 : The Bag on the Chair The door was open.Shoes were on.The morning was ready. Riya reached for the handle.Then she stopped. Her eyes went wide. “My bag,” she said. The bag was on the chair.Quiet.Waiting. Mama looked at the chair.Then at Riya. She didn’t laugh.She didn’t rush. “Looks like it stayed behind,”…
The Milk on the Table The cup tipped over. It happened fast.One small elbow.One quiet knock. Milk spread across the table.Then onto the floor. Ishan froze. His eyes went wide.He did not move.He waited for the sound. Mama looked up from the sink. She saw the milk.She saw Ishan’s face. She did not shout.She did…
The Turn That Waited The blocks were on the floor.Tall. Careful. Almost perfect. Kavi placed the last blue block on top.He leaned back and smiled. Then the tower shook. “I want a turn,” said Anya.Her hand was already reaching. “No!” Kavi said.The tower fell. Blocks scattered across the room. Anya’s face tightened.Kavi’s smile disappeared. Mama…
Stories of parents who listen, children who learn, and love that stays. The Shoes by the Door Morning light slipped through the window.Not bright.Just enough. Meera sat on the floor, her shoes beside her.She turned one shoe.Then the other.She did not put them on. Mama poured water into a bottle.She noticed the quiet. “Are your…
Stories of parents who listen, children who learn, and love that stays. Story 1: The Light That Stayed The room was quiet.Not the happy kind of quiet.The kind that feels too big. Arun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.The shapes above him looked different at night.A shadow near the door seemed to move…
Story 2: The Girl Who Walked Back In a wide, sun-touched land in Kenya, where the earth glowed red and the sky felt endless, lived a girl named Amani. Every morning, Amani walked a long path to school.The path curved past tall grass, quiet trees, and a narrow river that sang softly to itself. Amani…
Story 2 — The Shade That Stayed The afternoon sun stood still, as if it had decided not to move. In the small desert settlement, everything slowed down because of it. Sahir sat near the doorway of his home, his back against the cool mud wall. He held a clay cup with both hands and…
Story 1 — When the Tide Was Late The sea woke up before everyone else. It always did. Soft waves brushed the shore, leaving thin white lines that disappeared almost as soon as they arrived. The sky was pale and quiet, the kind of morning that felt like it was still thinking. Aru sat on…
கதை 3: உண்மையின் எடை ஒரு மாலை நேரம்.டெல்லி அரசவை அமைதியாக இருந்தது.அரசர் அக்பர் சிங்காசனத்தில் அமர்ந்து, அரசவையினரின் பேச்சுகளை கவனித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தார். அந்த நேரத்தில் ஒரு இளம் மனிதன் அரசவைக்குள் வந்தான்.அவனது முகத்தில் பதட்டம் தெரிந்தது.அவன் குனிந்து வணங்கி சொன்னான்: “மகாராஜா, எனக்கு ஒரு உதவி வேண்டும்.” அக்பர் மெதுவாகக் கேட்டார்:“என்ன உதவி?” அந்த இளைஞன் சொன்னான்:“என் அண்டைவாசி என்னைப் பற்றி பொய்யான குற்றம் சாட்டியிருக்கிறார்.நான் செய்யாத தவறுக்கு தண்டனை கிடைக்கும் நிலை வந்திருக்கிறது.” அந்த…
