Tarun went to the community park with his grandmother every day. Sitting on the park bench, knitting woolly sweaters, his grandmother told him stories of Lord Rama, the great archer Arjuna, the noble Karna, the seven dwarfs, djinns and the flying carpet.
To him, his grandmother was like a mystery. At home, she seemed like an ordinary woman who read the newspaper and fed him, but as soon as she reached the park, she transformed into a magician, weaving a new story with her magical yarn every day. No one knew where these stories came from.
Tarun loved milk cake. Whenever his father visited home in their small town after spending months working in the city, he always brought a box of milk cake for Tarun.
Tarun lay on the bed with milk cake in his mouth, thinking about the last story that was left unfinished.
The next day, his grandmother told him a new story, 'The Tale of the Magic Lamp.' Tarun was captivated by this story and decided to narrate it at the annual school function. He asked his grandmother to repeat the story daily so that he could write it down and memorise it, but there was a problem.
Every time his grandmother narrated the story, she would make changes-sometimes altering the character names, sometimes starting a new story midway. Frustrated, Tarun would correct her mistakes in his notebook and would be scolded by his grandmother, who claimed that those details were not part of the original story.
When he couldn't bear it any longer, he exclaimed, "Leave it, Dadi!"
She sensed his disappointment. Coming closer, she placed her hand on his cheek and said, "My dear boy, what difference does the character's name make in the story? The essence lies with the narrator. If you narrate it, the story will be yours. But there must be passion in the storytelling. If you narrate it in a dull way, it won't be enjoyable." Like many of his grandmother's sayings, this too puzzled him.
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An Adventure at the North Pole
Antara, you have been decorating the Christmas tree for hours! Aren't you tired?\" Ma said after finishing up in the kitchen.
A Feast of Jalebis
The King of Champakvan, T Shersingh lion, was passionate about driving cars. One windy winter evening, he set off on a long drive by himself.
Shall we catch Santa Claus!
It was a cold, snowy night, and all the streets of Shimla were lit up.
A Unique Christmas
\"Do you realise that Christmas is just around the corner?\" Browny jackal asked his friend Brutus wolf, grumpily.
The Flying Sleigh
It was a cold, misty morning in early December, and Daniel bear was visiting his friend Hoppy rabbit.
Operation CHOCOLATE COOKIE
\"Will Santa visit your house this Christmas eve?\" Nisha asked Julie.
The Return Gift
\"Dingo, it's been a long time since we've had a nice party.
Moving to the MOON
In the forest town of Hoshiarpur, there was a mischievous bear named Dabbu.
Tea and the Lizard
Parth's father loved tea and enjoyed several cups throughout the day.
Shera Breaks a Bad Habit
It was December, and a cold wave settled upon Chandanvan. Prime Minister Shera discovered that his once-luxurious velvet quilt was now stained with mildew after being stored in the damp basement.
