Mishti-doi

The next day, when Beena arrived at the temple, she was astonished to find a small pot filled with milk in place of her offering. Little Beena was over-joyed and raced home to share this miracle with her Grandma.

The Single-platter

Every year the ‘Daavat – The Single Platter’ event of the Navnirmaan School encouraged students to put up their best recipes.

Sattu

Todilal sold the most famous Mumbai street-food – Paanipuri. Paanipuri is a trademark of the Mumbai streets. It is a small little hollow crispy filled with sweet and tangy water and popped whole into the mouth.

Swaminiji

“If you can teach little kids you can also write for them. Please try.” came her clear voice over the line. And the very first story I wrote was about vegetables that came alive on a farm to teach their farmer a lesson about not uprooting them.

Kulhad

The children set to work with resolve. They gathered the leftover clay from their fathers’ wheels and mixed the left-over Holi colours from the previous year into it.

Beard and mouche

“AAAAA…………eeeee…….ssssshhhhhhh…..nnnaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!” bellowed Chowdhary Chacha. This was the most unexpected sound one would expect to hear in the morning hours of Sunday. It was the time Chowdhary chacha tended to his facial hair with utmost fervour.

The Long Orange table

The only different work of art amid all the other abstracts, this vertical A3-sized canvas was a scene of an art class. A long orange coloured table ran through the centre, that had students seated around. Open tubes, pallets, brushes, wash-pots decorated it.

Dosa

Each year the elders in the village set out on a pilgrimage. Janaki’s grandmother too decided to join the group this year. Janaki’s heart sank.

Sands of Thar

Mithi’s step had a skip of triumph in it as she hurried back home. It was nearing sunset and a golden hue was sprinkled across the desert sand as Mithi remembered her grandmother’s words, “Trust these sands, they will show you the way.”

The Woodcutter

Manu was a poor woodcutter who earned his living by cutting down dried trees and selling the wood. It was hardwork indeed. Manu’s work began early in the day since by noon the overhead sun made it difficult to work.