Raju and the Kite That Touched the Sky
Once upon a time in a small Indian village,
there lived an 8-year-old boy named Raju. He was known in his neighborhood for
his big dreams and even bigger smile. Raju loved many things, but there was one
thing he loved the most — flying kites. His father, a humble shopkeeper, would
often bring him colorful kites from the nearby town. But Raju had a dream — he
wanted to make a kite that would fly higher than any kite in the entire
village.
It was January, and the festival of Makar Sankranti was approaching. The sky
would soon be filled with kites of every color, dancing in the cool winter
breeze. Raju wanted to take part in the kite-flying competition and win the
golden spool — the biggest prize given each year to the champion kite flyer.
One evening, Raju sat under the banyan tree with his best friend Meena,
explaining his idea. “I will make the lightest, strongest kite, Meena. It will
be so big that it will touch the sky!” Meena laughed, “But Raju, how will you
make such a kite? You need the best paper, the best sticks, and the strongest
thread.”
Raju knew it wouldn’t be easy. For days, he collected materials — bamboo sticks
from the riverbank, strong thread from his father’s shop, and bright red paper
from a traveling merchant. Meena helped him glue the sticks carefully, and they
decorated the kite with little golden stars. When it was ready, it looked
magical.
The big day arrived. The village field was crowded with children and adults,
all with their colorful kites. The air was filled with laughter, cheers, and
the sound of “Kai Po Che!” when a kite was cut down by another. Raju’s heart
pounded as he held his giant red kite. Meena stood beside him, holding the
golden spool tightly.
“Ready?” she asked.
Raju nodded. With one big run, the kite soared into the sky. The crowd gasped.
It was bigger than any kite they had ever seen. Slowly, it climbed higher and
higher, dancing with the wind. Other children tried to cut Raju’s kite, but he
skillfully dodged their threads. Minutes turned into hours, and Raju’s kite was
still flying strong.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came. Raju held the spool tightly, but the kite
pulled harder and harder. It seemed as if it really wanted to touch the clouds.
And then — something magical happened. The kite began to sparkle! People gasped
in wonder. “It’s touching the sun’s rays!” an old man exclaimed.
By the end of the day, Raju’s kite was declared the champion. He had not only
won the golden spool but also touched the hearts of everyone in the village.
That night, Raju placed the kite by his bed and whispered, “Thank you for
touching the sky with me.”
From that day on, Raju was known as the boy who dreamed big — and made his
dreams fly.
The Farmer’s Lost Gold Coins
In a quiet village surrounded by green
paddy fields lived an honest farmer named Hari. Hari worked hard every day,
growing rice, wheat, and vegetables to feed his family. Though he was poor, he
was happy with what he had. But one day, something unexpected happened that
tested his honesty.
While plowing his field, Hari’s wooden plow hit something hard. Curious, he dug
around and found an old clay pot filled with shiny gold coins! His eyes widened
in shock. “These must be very old… maybe from the time of the king’s
ancestors,” he thought.
Hari could have kept the gold and no one would have known. But his heart told
him it was not right. He remembered his father’s words: “We may be poor, son,
but our honesty is our greatest wealth.”
So, Hari took the pot of gold coins to the village headman, who called a
meeting of all the elders. After examining the coins, the headman said, “This
belongs to the royal treasury. It is a treasure from our ancestors.”
Word spread quickly about Hari’s honesty. Some people told him he was a fool to
give away the gold. “You could have been rich forever,” they said. But Hari
just smiled, “Riches come and go, but honesty stays forever.”
When the king heard about Hari’s honesty, he was deeply impressed. He came to
the village personally and met Hari. “Your honesty is worth more than gold,”
said the king. “I cannot let you go unrewarded.” He gifted Hari a piece of
fertile land, a pair of bullocks, and enough money to improve his farm.
From then on, Hari’s farm flourished, and he became one of the most respected
men in the village. Parents would often tell their children the story of the
farmer who returned the lost gold coins, teaching them that honesty and
integrity are worth more than all the treasures in the world.
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The Mystery of the Talking Mango Tree
In the heart of a small village stood an
ancient mango tree. It was so big that its branches stretched over the entire
schoolyard. Children loved playing under it, especially during the summer when
it was heavy with sweet mangoes. But there was something strange about this
tree — it was said to be able to talk!
Of course, most people thought it was just an old village story. But
eight-year-old Anaya believed otherwise. She loved sitting under the tree,
drawing in her notebook. One hot afternoon, while everyone else was napping,
Anaya heard a soft voice. “Psst… little one… could you give me some water?”
Anaya jumped up, looking around. “Who’s there?” she asked.
“It’s me… the tree,” the voice said gently.
Anaya’s eyes widened. “You… you can talk?”
“Yes,” said the tree. “I have been here for hundreds of years, and I have seen
many children grow up. But this summer has been so hot and dry… I am thirsty.”
Anaya quickly ran home, filled a bucket of water, and poured it at the roots of
the tree. “Ahh… thank you,” the tree sighed happily. “In return, I will give
you the sweetest mangoes you have ever tasted.”
From that day on, Anaya visited the tree every afternoon. The tree would tell
her stories about the village from long ago — about kings, travelers, and
festivals. But one day, Anaya noticed some men measuring the land. She
overheard them saying they would cut down the tree to build a road.
Anaya was heartbroken. That night, she told her parents and the school
principal. The next day, the whole village gathered to protest. They explained
how the tree was part of their history and gave shade to the schoolchildren.
The officials agreed to change the road’s route, saving the tree.
The following summer, the mango tree gave the biggest harvest the village had
ever seen. Everyone believed it was the tree’s way of saying “thank you.” But
Anaya knew the truth — the tree had whispered to her, “Because you cared for
me, I will always care for you.”
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