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Priya Sanjay Tandon

Hero Or Zero!

Hero Or Zero!

Many years ago there was a Gurukul in a forest in India. Bava was the favourite student of his teacher at the Gurukul Class. When he finished his education, he came to take leave of his teacher. The teacher blessed him and gave him a piece of paper on which

The Miracle In The Sky

Founder’s Day was being celebrated in the School. The place was bubbling with activity. Numerous competitions had been organized for the children. There were competitions for singing, dancing, painting, photography etc. Excitement was at its peak. Little Supriya was only seven years old. She was fond of photography. In

Love Song

Love Song

Karan’s mother was expecting her second baby. She had told Karan about it and he used to lay his ear on his mother’s stomach to listen for ‘baby sounds’. When the baby started kicking, he loved to put his hands on Mama’s tummy and feel the baby

Arjun’s Bridge

Arjun’s Bridge

Once, before the Mahabharta War, Lord Krishna was walking along the bank of the River Yamuna with Arjuna. Arjuna was thinking, “I am the greatest archer on this earth. I can even build a bridge of arrows across this huge river.” Then he thought, “Even Lord Rama couldn’t build

God Heard You

God Heard You

A Brahmin was delivering a discourse on the importance of reciting prayers in the praise of the Lord. A large number of people were listening. The Brahmin laid stress on the importance of praying, singing and reciting bhajans, talking politely etc. A young man, called Gopa, got up and said

Heaven Or Hell

Heaven Or Hell

A man requested God to allow him to have a glimpse of Heaven and that of Hell too. God said, “Alright, my Angel shall show you both through the windows, for no one is allowed to enter either, till he dies.” The man with the special permission stood outside a

Choice Of Words

Choice Of Words

There once lived a man who had five sons. The eldest son was very fond of having his palm ‘read’ by palmists and astrologers. He would invite astrologers of repute and ask them to predict his future. One day a palmist, ‘read’ the lines of his palm and said, “Oh