Privacy Policy

🛡️ Privacy Policy for My Tales and Treasures

At My Tales and Treasures, your privacy matters to me. This page explains what personal information may be collected when you visit this blog and how it is used.

1. Information I Collect

When you visit the blog:

Log data: Like most websites, Blogger automatically collects basic information such as your IP address, browser type, referring pages, and time of visit.
Comments or contact forms: If you leave a comment or fill in the contact form, your name, email address, and message are stored so I can reply to you.
Cookies: This site uses cookies provided by Blogger and Google to improve user experience and gather anonymous traffic statistics.

2. How Your Information Is Used

The information collected helps:

Understand which posts are most useful to readers.
Respond to questions or comments you send through the contact form.
Maintain the security and smooth functioning of the site.

I do not sell, trade, or share your personal information with anyone else.

3. Cookies and Google Services

This blog is hosted on Google Blogger, which automatically uses Google Analytics and other tools that may store cookies on your browser.

These cookies help measure visitor activity. You can disable cookies anytime in your browser settings.

4. Amazon Affiliate Disclosure

My Tales and Treasures, participates in the Amazon Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn fees by linking to Amazon.in and related sites.

When you click an Amazon link and make a purchase, I may earn a small commission—at no extra cost to you.

Amazon may place cookies on your browser to track those sales.

5. Links to Other Websites

Posts may contain links to external sites. I am not responsible for the privacy practices or content of those sites.

Please review their policies when visiting them.

6. Your Consent

By using this blog, you agree to the collection and use of information as described in this policy.

7. Updates

This Privacy Policy may be updated from time to time.

The latest version will always appear on this page with the date of the last update.

Last updated: 9 November 2025

If you have any questions, please reach out through the Contact Me page.

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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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