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The Little Word That Changed Everything

Divya was a soft-spoken, hardworking and kind-hearted child. She always loved helping her parents and friends whenever she had free time. Whenever Divya heard “no” as an answer, she felt bad and began to think it wasn’t a nice word. It hurt her feelings and made her feel as if no one liked her. So she told herself softly, “I will never say ‘no’ and make anyone feel sad.” So, little by little, she decided to keep that word away. Instead, she started saying “yes”, just to keep everyone smiling. When she couldn’t say “yes,” Divya simply stayed quiet. Everyone thought her silence meant she agreed, but the truth was, she just didn’t know how to say “no” without making others feel bad. As time passed, the cheerful little girl slowly became quiet and lonely. She stopped enjoying the little things she once loved. One day, during her favourite drawing class, tears quietly rolled down Divya’s cheeks. The room, usually filled with colours and laughter, felt different ...

Song of the Two Skies

“ Kree-kree-kreee!” called Meenu, the chattiest little myna in all of Mallandur. Every morning, her voice danced through the coffee plantation, echoing between the roofs and the wild pepper vines. Mallandur was no ordinary place. It was where the city met the forest. On one side, there were zooming scooters and honking cars, clinking coffee cups, chattering people, and children running to school. On the other side stood whispering trees, sparkling streams and hills wrapped in the morning mist. And right in between sat Meenu, the clever, curious and full of song. She perched on electric wires, feasting on berries and bugs and sometimes dipped her beak into bright yellow flowers, just to see what sweetness they held. “Ah, what a lovely day to sing!” she would chirp, shaking her little wings with pride. One afternoon, as she was swinging on the wire, the air began to feel strange. The leaves rustled faster and the sky slowly turned grey. “Hmm… maybe a storm is coming. I’d bette...

Together we explore

Prema sat quietly in the living room, her hands clasped tightly around a warm cup of tea. She watched her 4-year-old son, Hemanth, playing with his toys on the floor, his mind always buzzing with questions. Lately, those questions had been coming faster and more frequently, and she found herself struggling to keep up. Prema and Hemanth, sitting in the hall That evening, after a long day, Prema felt overwhelmed. She turned to her husband, Raju, who was typing away on his laptop nearby. "Raju," she began hesitantly, "I need to talk to you about something." Raju looked up from his screen, concern etched on his face. "What is it, Prema?" Prema sighed, her voice filled with frustration and doubt. "Hemanth keeps asking me so many questions. Simple questions, really, but I just don’t know the answers. It’s starting to make me feel so small, like I don’t know anything about the world. I’m afraid that one day, he’ll realize I don’t have all the answers and he’...

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