A case for the dinner table. No answer is printed — the talking is the point. The school bus has forty-two seats, and this morning exactly one of them matters. Riya got on first — her stop comes first, it always has — and the seat beside her is empty. Two stops later, both her…
माफ़ी दिखती कैसी है? किताब में नहीं — मंगलवार को, अपनी ही colony में, खाने से पहले? Gang कहती है — दोस्ती का हर गुण रोज़ एक costume पहनकर घूमता है। तुम्हारा काम: हर गुण को उस काम से मिलाओ जो उसे दिखाता है। तीन सीढ़ियाँ, एक ही sheet — अपनी सीढ़ी चुनो, या भाई-बहन…
What does forgiveness look like? Not in a book — on a Tuesday, in your colony, before dinner? The Gang says every friendship quality has an everyday costume it wears. Your job: match each quality to the action that shows it. Three ladders, one sheet — climb the one that fits, or race a sibling…
Have you ever stood at the edge of a game, wanting in, with your feet refusing to move? That was Kabir, on the Sunday of the big needle match — Chandan Colony versus Peepal Park, winner keeps the shiny (slightly dented) Courtyard Cup. Kabir’s family had moved into B-block only three days ago. He knew…
A case for the family table Here is a true-feeling story with no ending printed. The ending is yours to talk out. Meera is turning ten, and her mother says she may invite eight friends — the flat is small, and eight is eight. Meera writes her list at the back of her maths notebook,…
Anish’s Puzzle for the Gang Anish doesn’t say much. But when the Gang gathered in the park on Sunday, he handed each of them a folded sheet of paper and one sharpened pencil, and said only: “Ten happy things are hiding. Find them.” That’s how Anish talks — through puzzles. And today his puzzle is…
क्या आपने कभी सोचा है — जो मुस्कान हम किसी को देते हैं, वह उसके बाद कहाँ जाती है? खुशी ने ठीक यही सोचा, एक सोमवार की सुबह, चंदन कॉलोनी के दूध-बूथ पर। वह लाइन में सातवें नंबर पर खड़ी थी, हाथ में स्टील का डिब्बा लिए, जब उसने देखा कि आगे खड़े अंकल अपनी…
Have you ever wondered where a smile goes after you give it away? Khushi wondered exactly that, one Monday morning at the milk booth of Chandan Colony. She was seventh in line, holding her steel can, when she noticed the man in front of her patting his pockets. Once. Twice. Three times. His face grew…
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