Most of us have a love for new clothes – we keep buying all sorts of clothes in different colors and designs to add to our wardrobe. More often than not, our closet gets over-stuffed and cluttered and it becomes a nightmare to locate a particular garment at a short notice. The other day my friend Reena came very late to a party. The reason? She couldn’t find the matching blouse for the sari she had planned to wear. Here are a few tips you may find useful ... Read On

The Seven Cities of Delhi by Swapna Dutta (Updated)
According to tradition, the city of Delhi belongs to the period of the Mahabharata. It is said to be built on the site of the epic Indraprastha, where the legendary palace and court of the Pandavas were located. If you read the story of how Indraprastha came to be built as related in the great epic, you will know that it was built by Moy, a danava. He built it as a token of gratitude to the Pandava princes because they had allowed him to escape when they were destroying the Khandava forest at the request of Agni, the fire-god. Read On

On Mothers’ Day  – 2009 by Parthasarathi 
We celebrate Mothers’ Day to honor all mothers in the world. My mother is a special gift to me given by God. I love her for her care, concern, intelligence and  love for me. She is hard- working, patient, loving and caring. She cooks for me, teaches me, takes me for outings, buys everything I want, Read On

A Healthy Heart by Dr. Sanjoy Satpathy  
Why is every one so concerned about the heart and the heart attack? Because other organs give ample time before they fail but when heart stops it’s the end of the world. Liver takes days and weeks before it fails; so also, other organs like kidney, lung and brain do not cause sudden death. Heart disease has become an epidemic in the third world or developing world. Due to improper food, sedentary life style, diabetes and blood pressure heart attacks have become the leading cause of death in middle aged people in India. Read On

Fire! by Deepa Agarwal
Sh-sh-sh, whispered the pines. It was a warm summer afternoon. A heat haze hung in the air like an uncomfortable curtain, blotting out the distant hills. Puja and Mitu were perched on the hillside, just at the edge of the patch of forest above Puja’s house. “Oh, what a lazy-lazy afternoon,” Puja breathed. She lay back, trying to ignore the pine needles pricking her back. Through half-closed eyes she gazed at the house, the sloping red tin roof, the creepers winding up the verandah pillars. A thin blue spiral of smoke coiled up from the small outhouse below it, where Paruli stayed with her mother. Lower down the hill she could see Mitu’s house, a large squarish bungalow. Read On

Oye Cricket, Cricket Oye! by Ramendra Kumar
Bittu was watching net practice in the Shivaji stadium in Nagpur. He was a thirteen-year-old orphan who lived with his brother Jayant, in a slum behind the stadium. Jayant, who was seven years older to Bittu worked as a caretaker in the Stadium. Bittu, was crazy about cricket. Read On

Children’s Anthem by Shernaz Wadia 

We are the inheritors of this earth
A glorious new future we will birth
Not for us a world upon hatred built
Not for us a life of shame and guilt
We will not bend to communal force
Disruption of amity it does endorse ... Read On

The Lady in White by Sampurna Borah
One day after I finished eating my dinner I went to my bed and started reading a story book. I did not know when I was fast asleep. In the middle of the night our doorbell rang. I thought that my mother or father would open the door, therefore, I did not bother. But the bell kept on ringing continuously. Read On