Krishna and the Govardhan Hill is a story of courage and faith from the Bhagavad Gita, a famous Hindu scripture

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The rain had been falling for hours.

Not the gentle rain that makes the earth smell fresh.

Not the rain that makes children run outside with their faces turned towards the sky.

This was different.

The clouds were black and swollen, rolling across the sky like enormous mountains.

Lightning tore through the darkness.

Thunder shook the ground.

The cows huddled together, frightened.

Children clung to their mothers.

The little village of Vrindavan had never seen a storm like this.

And then—

another flash of lightning.

Another deafening crash.

A little boy stood in the middle of it all.

His clothes were soaked.

His curls were dripping with rain.

But strangely…he wasn't frightened. And was smiling. He was Little Krishna!

Krishna looked towards the enormous Govardhan Hill.

Then he turned to the people of Vrindavan and said,

“Do not be afraid.”

There was something in his voice that made everyone stop.

“Come with me.”

But what had caused this terrible storm?

Why was the king of the gods angry with a village of cowherds?

And why was a young boy about to do something that no human being could possibly do?

To understand that……listen ahead

It was festival time in Vrindavan.

The village was buzzing with excitement.

Women were preparing mountains of food.

There were sweets, rice, vegetables, fruits and freshly churned butter.

 Children, which is your favourite sweet?

 The cows were being washed and decorated.

Children ran through the streets.

Everyone was getting ready to worship Indra, the god of rain and storms.

After all, the villagers depended on the rain.

Children, do you also think that rain is important? Why??

Rain filled their ponds.

Rain nourished their crops.

Rain gave them grass for their cows.

So they believed they owed Indra their prayers and thanks.

And they had followed this tradition for generations.

But there was one person who was not convinced.

Krishna.

He was still a child.

Yet he had a habit that sometimes made the grown-ups uncomfortable.

He asked questions.

Lots of questions.

Krishna watched everyone preparing the offerings.

Then he asked his father,

“Why are we doing this?”

His father smiled.

“Because, Krishna, we must honour Indra. He gives us the rain.”

Krishna thought for a moment.

Then he asked,

“Does he give us the grass?”

His father hesitated.

“Well… the rain helps the grass grow.”

Krishna continued.

“Who gives our cows a place to graze?”

“The earth.”

“And where do our cows graze?”

“On Govardhan Hill.”

Krishna's eyes lit up.

“So perhaps,” he said,

“we should thank Govardhan Hill too.”

The adults laughed.

But Krishna wasn't finished.

He looked around at the fields, the cows, the trees and the mountain.

“We work hard. Our cows give us milk. The earth gives us food. Govardhan gives our cows grass and gives us water and shelter.”

Then he asked the simplest question of all:

“Why don't we celebrate what is actually part of our lives?”

The villagers fell silent.

Children, what do you think was Krishna thinking ??

Well, Krishna suggested something completely unexpected.

Instead of preparing an offering for Indra…

they should celebrate Govardhan Hill.

They should thank the earth.

Thank the cows.

Thank the farmers.

Thank the mountain.

And so the villagers followed Krishna's advice.

They carried their food to Govardhan Hill.

They decorated the cows.

They sang.

They danced.

They offered their food with joy.

The village celebrated.

But far away…someone was watching.

Lord Indra: The king of the gods.

And he was furious.

“How dare they?”

He had expected their offerings and prayers.

Instead, they had turned their celebration towards a mountain.

Indra's anger grew.

And when the king of the gods becomes angry…

the sky listens.

The first cloud appeared.

Then another.

Then hundreds.

The sky darkened.

The wind howled.

And suddenly—

The rain began.

It poured down upon Vrindavan, but it was no ordinary rain.

The storm grew stronger.

Water rushed through the streets.

Trees bent beneath the wind.

The cows cried out.

Children screamed.

People ran desperately for shelter.

And above them all, Indra commanded the clouds:

“Let the storm continue!”

The villagers were terrified.

The water rose higher.

Their homes began to flood.

The wind became almost impossible to stand against.

Then Krishna looked at Govardhan Hill.

He knew what he had to do.

Krishna walked towards the mountain.

The villagers stared at him.

What could one little boy possibly do?

Krishna placed one hand beneath Govardhan Hill.

And then—

he lifted it.

The enormous mountain rose from the earth.

As easily as someone might lift an umbrella.

Krishna held it above his head.

“Come!” he called.

The villagers stared.

Then slowly…

they began to move.

Families hurried beneath the mountain.

The cows followed.

Children came running.

Soon, the entire village was sheltered beneath Govardhan Hill.

And Krishna stood there…

holding the mountain on one finger, for seven days and seven nights.

Children, think about that.

Seven days.

Seven nights.

The storm raged outside.

But beneath the mountain there was something extraordinary.

The villagers were together.

They shared food.

They comforted frightened children.

They looked after the cows.

They told stories.

They sang.

And gradually, they stopped being afraid.

Perhaps they also began to understand something.

Krishna had not simply saved them.

He had brought them together.

Outside, the storm continued.

But Indra was beginning to realise that his anger had accomplished nothing.

The people were safe.

The mountain had become their shelter.

And the little boy he had underestimated…

had shown a strength far greater than his own anger.

At last, Indra understood.

He had allowed his pride to take control.

And so he stopped the storm.

The clouds disappeared.

The rain faded.

And sunlight returned to Vrindavan.

Krishna gently placed Govardhan Hill back where it belonged.

The villagers stepped out.

The sky was blue again.

And everyone looked at Krishna.

The little boy simply smiled.

The story of Govardhan teaches us to be brave, thankful, and united during difficult times.

Have you ever looked at a mountain and wondered if it was hiding a secret?

In Korea stands a magnificent mountain called Mount Baekdu. It is the tallest mountain on the Korean Peninsula, and for thousands of years, people have considered it a sacred place—the birthplace of the Korean people.

At the very top of this majestic mountain lies a breathtaking lake called Cheonji, which means "Heaven Lake." Its crystal-clear waters fill the crater of an ancient volcano, reflecting the sky like a giant mirror.

But how did this beautiful lake come to be?

Well... let me tell you an ancient Korean legend.

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Long, long ago, when mountains were believed to be the homes of powerful spirits, a terrible black dragon lived high on Mount Baekdu.

Now, this was no ordinary dragon.

Long ago, he had been thrown out of heaven because of his cruel and wicked nature. Instead of learning from his mistakes, he became even more selfish and angry.

From the top of the mountain, he ruled over the nearby villages through fear.

Children, can you imagine one cruel thing he did?

Let’s listen ahead

He demanded that the villagers build him a grand palace.

He demanded chests filled with precious treasures.

He demanded baskets overflowing with delicious food.

The frightened villagers obeyed. They were too terrified to refuse.

But then...

The black dragon made a demand so cruel that the entire village fell silent.

He ordered the people to sacrifice their own sons and daughters to him.

The villagers looked at one another in horror.

"No," they whispered.

"We cannot do this."

For the first time, they stood together against the dragon.

The black dragon was furious.

With a mighty roar, he smashed part of the mountainside. Rocks and earth crashed down, blocking the rivers and streams that carried water to the villages below.

Children, why do we need water?

That’s great!

Soon, the wells ran dry.

The streams disappeared.

The crops on the fields dried.

Trees drooped.

Flowers wilted.

Even the birds stopped singing.

The people had almost no water to drink.

Day after day, they gathered beneath the open sky and prayed.

"Please," they cried,

"Send someone to save us."

One hundred long days passed.

Then...

The clouds began to swirl.

Thunder rolled across the mountain.

A flash of brilliant blue streaked through the sky.

Out of the clouds descended a magnificent blue dragon.

His scales shimmered like the deepest ocean.

His eyes glowed with kindness.

His voice echoed across the mountains.

"Black Dragon!" he called.

"You were cast out of heaven because of your wickedness. Yet instead of changing, you continue to bring suffering to innocent people."

The black dragon laughed.

"I am the king here," he roared.

"Anyone who dares challenge me will not survive!"

With that, he breathed out a river of blazing fire.

The flames raced across the mountainside.

But the blue dragon rose into the sky and summoned dark rain clouds.

Rain poured down heavily, hissing as it met the flames.

The fire disappeared.

Then the battle truly began.

The dragons circled through the sky.

They clashed among the clouds.

Their roars shook the mountains.

Lightning flashed.

Thunder boomed.

For days they fought.

Neither dragon would give up.

Finally, exhausted and wounded, both dragons crashed to the ground.

For a long moment...

everything was silent.

Then the blue dragon heard something.

Soft voices.

The villagers.

They were crying.

Gathering the last of his strength, the blue dragon lifted his head and called out to the heavens.

"Lightning!"

"Strike down the evil!"

A brilliant bolt flashed across the sky.

It struck the black dragon with tremendous force.

The mountain echoed with one final roar.

The evil dragon would never rise again.

The blue dragon looked at the grand palace that had been built through fear and suffering.

With one mighty sweep of his tail, he destroyed it completely.

In its place, fresh mountain water began to flow.

The crater slowly filled until it became a sparkling lake, so clear that it reflected both the sky above and the clouds drifting by.

The blue dragon remained there, watching over the lake and sending its cool, pure water into every stream and river below.

The wells filled once again.

The fields turned green.

Flowers bloomed.

Birds returned.

And laughter echoed through the villages.

The people named the beautiful lake Cheonji—Heaven Lake—because they believed it was a gift from heaven itself.

Even today, visitors standing beside the peaceful waters sometimes whisper that, if they are very lucky...

they might catch a glimpse of a blue dragon rising silently from the lake before disappearing into the clouds.

And perhaps...

just perhaps...

the guardian of Heaven Lake is still watching over Mount Baekdu.

Thank you for listening to this ancient Korean folktale. Until our next story, keep wondering, keep imagining, and remember—every mountain has a story waiting to be told.

Today’s story -The Soup Stone is a folktale from Europe.

It is a tale about kindness, sharing, and a very special soup

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Long ago, in a small village nestled among green hills, the villagers had a problem. They did not trust strangers.

Whenever a traveler arrived, doors would close.

Windows would lock.

And everyone would pretend they had nothing to share.

One evening, a group of tired and hungry travellers arrived at an unfamiliar village. They had been walking all day and were hoping to find a warm meal and a place to rest for the night.

"Good evening!" they called.

But the villagers quickly hid inside their homes.

The travellers knocked on a door.

"Could you spare a little food?" they asked politely.

"I'm sorry," replied the woman inside. "I have nothing to spare."

The travellers tried another house.

Again, the answer was the same.

"I have nothing."

"I have no food."

"I cannot help."

Disappointed but determined, the travellers gathered in the village square and whispered among themselves.

Children, what do you think they were discussing?

Great…Let’s listen to the story

As the travellers whispered to each other  one of them spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"What a pity! If only we had a large pot of water and a fire, we could make our famous stone soup."

The villagers looked at one another in surprise.

"Stone soup?" they murmured. "What is stone soup?"

Children, have you ever heard of a soup made of stones?

Curiosity soon got the better of them. Before long, someone brought a large cooking pot filled with water. Others gathered wood and helped build a fire beneath the pot.

As the water began to warm, one of the travellers reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean, round stone. With great ceremony, he dropped it into the pot.

Plop!

By now, a crowd had gathered around to watch. They all peeped into the big pot excited to see what a stone soup looked like

Then the  traveller stirred the pot thoughtfully and then dipped a finger into the water to taste it.

"Mmm," he said. "This stone soup is already quite delicious. But it would be even better with a little onion."

An old woman in the crowd spoke up. "I believe I have a spare onion at home."

She hurried away and soon returned with it. The onion was chopped and added to the pot.

A little later, the traveller tasted the soup again.

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Now, if only we had a carrot or two."

A farmer smiled. "I can spare some carrots."

Into the pot they went.

As the evening wore on, the travellers continued to taste the soup and make suggestions. Each time, a villager remembered something they could contribute.

A few potatoes appeared.

Then some cabbage.

A pinch of salt.

A knob of butter.

A handful of celery.

A few tomatoes.

Even some meat.

With every new ingredient, the soup became richer and more fragrant. Soon, a wonderful aroma drifted through the village, making everyone's mouths water.

At last, the travellers tasted the soup one final time.

"Perfect!" they declared. "The stone soup is ready."

The villagers eagerly filled their bowls. The travellers did the same.

Together, they sat around the fire, eating, laughing and sharing stories. It was the most delicious meal any of them could remember.

Children what is your favourite soup?

Great!

That night, grateful for the feast and the companionship, the villagers had a change of heart. They invited the travellers to stay in their homes.

As for the mysterious stone, it had done nothing more than sit quietly in the pot. Yet it had helped everyone discover an important truth: when people share what they have, even if it seems small, together they can create something wonderful.

And from that day on, the village became known for its generosity, always welcoming travellers with warmth, kindness and a hearty meal.

Tenali Raman was a learned scholar and a poet in the court of King Krishnadevaraya. He was a minister in the court and was also one of the eight poets. He was famous for his wit and quick thinking.

On the Story Prism podcast, Tenali Raman tales are a collection of some of those stories.

Today's story, 'Tenali and the Golden Mangoes is about how Tenali teaches a lesson to an arrogant scholar.

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In the grand court of Emperor Krishnadevaraya, ruler of the mighty Vijayanagara Empire, wisdom glittered brighter than gold… and sometimes, so did foolishness.

And where there was foolishness—

There was Tenali Raman.

It was the season of mangoes.

Children, can you tell me the taste of the mangoes?

Yes! Indeed, they are sweet and juicy!

The air was thick with their perfume—sweet, sun-warmed, irresistible.

Golden mangoes arrived in baskets from across the kingdom, each one glowing like a captured sunset.

Now, the emperor had recently lost his beloved mother.

Before her passing, she had whispered a simple wish:

“If only I could taste one more mango…”

But it was not mango season then.

The wish lingered in the king’s heart like an unfinished prayer.

The greedy Rajguru convinced the king to give golden mangoes to Brahmins to please her soul.

So when mango season finally arrived, the emperor (did what grief often makes us do—he tried to fill the ache with grandeur.)

ordered that golden mangoes be crafted—solid gold, studded with precious gems—and gifted to learned Brahmins in his mother’s memory.

The court priests nodded solemnly.

The goldsmiths worked tirelessly.

The treasury… quietly trembled.

One by one, richly dressed priests came forward and received a golden mango each.

But among the courtiers stood Tenali Raman, who watching the greed  of the brahmins (sparkle brighter than devotion.)

,Tenali  that evening invited the same Brahmins to his humble home.

They arrived eagerly. After all, Tenali was known to be close to the king. So they thought perhaps there would be more gifts?

Inside, a large iron rod lay in the fireplace, heating slowly… steadily… glowing red.

Children, can you guess what was on Tenali Raman’s mind?

Let’s listen ahead.

The Brahmins shifted uneasily.

Tenali folded his hands and said gently,

“My mother, too, had a final wish before she passed away. She longed for relief from her knee pain. The healer had advised a hot iron branding, meaning touching with hot iron to leave a mark—If my mother had a chance to get a hot iron branding it would have cured her.”

He paused.

“Alas, she passed away before we could fulfill that wish. So today, in her memory, I shall brand each of you… to complete her unfulfilled desire.”

The Brahmins gasped.

“Brand us?!”

“This is madness!”

“We will complain to the king!”

Tenali smiled calmly.

“But did you not just accept golden mangoes to fulfil the emperor’s mother’s last wish? If that act brings peace to her soul… surely this will bring peace to mine.”

Silence fell.

Ashamed, the Brahmins rushed back to the palace and returned the golden mangoes.

When the king heard what had happened, he summoned Tenali.

“Was this necessary?” the emperor asked, though a smile tugged at his lips.

Tenali bowed.

“Your Majesty, true devotion does not weigh itself in gold.

A mango given in love is worth more than a hundred made of metal.”

The king looked at the returned treasures… and then at his wise jester.

The king recognises the folly of the scheme and rewards Tenali for his quick wit and honesty.

And that day, in the court of Vijayanagara, wisdom ripened sweeter than mangoes.

Akbar and Birbal folktales are very famous in India. These are a set of moral stories inspired by the interactions of Mughal Emperor Akbar and his wisest courtier Birbal and have been enjoyed by children for many many years. These stories were mostly passed on from generation to generation by word of mouth, till the print medium started. You know children, Birbal was an extremely witty courtier and. you will really enjoy listening to the witty, interesting, and sometimes funny, occurrences in the lives of Akbar and Birbal. These stories also help us to think smart just like Birbal.

Today's story: Akbar Birbal and the Persian Lion

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In the grand court of Emperor Akbar, where jewels sparkled, wisdom flowed, and courtiers competed to impress, there once arrived a visitor from Persia.

He did not bring gold.

He did not bring silk.

He brought… a challenge.

Under a velvet cloth lay a magnificent lion—(carved entirely from solid wax.)

The Persian merchant bowed low and announced,

“O mighty Emperor! This lion has been locked inside this iron cage without opening the cage door. If anyone in your court can remove it without breaking the cage, I shall accept defeat. If not… your court’s famed intelligence is but a rumour.”

A hush fell over the court.

The cage was strong. The bars were thick. The door was sealed.

One by one, ministers examined it.

They pushed. They pulled.

They peered. They puzzled.

But the lion sat inside—silent, golden, and impossible.

Akbar frowned. His pride trembled.

“Is there no one,” he thundered softly, “who can solve this?”

From the back of the court, a familiar calm voice rose.

“Jahanpanah, may I try?”

Children, can you guess who that was??

Indeed, It was Birbal.

With steady steps and a twinkle in his eye, Birbal walked toward the cage. He did not touch the bars. He did not shake the lock.

Instead, he asked for a long iron rod… and a flame.

The court whispered.

What was he planning?

Birbal heated the iron rod in the fire until it glowed red—fiery, fierce, fearless.

Then, slowly, carefully, he slid the hot rod through the bars and touched the lion.

There was a pause.

A drip.

Another drip.

Before the astonished eyes of the court, the majestic lion began to melt. Its fierce face softened… its proud mane collapsed… its mighty paws dissolved.

Within minutes, the lion was no more than a puddle of wax at the bottom of the cage.

Birbal stepped back and smiled.

“The lion was never truly trapped,” he said gently.

“It only needed the right perspective.”

The Persian merchant lowered his head in admiration.

“Indeed,” he admitted, “Akbar’s court is as wise as the world claims.”

Akbar beamed. Pride returned. Laughter echoed.

And once again, Birbal proved—

Strength may roar.

Locks may intimidate.

But intelligence… melts the impossible.

In today's story, a little boy runs out of many things and wonders if everything in the world runs out! So, is there something he finds that doesn't run out?

Let’s listen to the story and find out.

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Infinite Love

Children, we run out of many things during our day, but is there something you cannot run out of?

Ravin, a happy five-year-old boy, lived with his parents, his grandmother, and his older sister. They always helped one another, and their home overflowed with love.

Every night at bedtime, Grandma read Ravin a lovely storybook and reminded him, “Always keep loving everyone.”

One night, Ravin asked thoughtfully, “You tell me to love everyone, Grandma. But if I keep giving love, won’t my love finish one day?”

Grandma smiled gently and said, “No, my dear. Love never finishes, no matter how much you give.”

The next day was Sunday. Ravin went to the playground early in the morning and began playing a game of cricket with his friends. It was great fun, but the sun was shining brightly, and soon Ravin felt very thirsty. He gulped down all the water from his bottle. After some time, his throat felt dry again.

He picked up his bottle and exclaimed, “Oh no! I’ve run out of water!”

One of his friends heard him and quickly shared his own water. Ravin felt loved. He thanked his friend.

Children, when do you feel loved?

That's great.

Now listen ahead

When Ravin returned home, he had to work on a project due on Monday—Best Out of Waste. Before starting, he rushed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. As he pressed the shower gel bottle, he cried out, “Oh no! The shower gel has finished!”

“Mom! Dad!” he called.

His father came and handed him a new bottle of shower gel. Ravin felt loved again—clean, fresh, and happy. He thanked his father

Soon, he spread out paper rolls, soap boxes, bottle caps, and other waste materials to make a sculpture of the Himalayan ranges. But no matter how hard he tried, the mountains wouldn’t stand. Ravin felt disappointed and was running out of ideas.

Seeing his worried face, his mother said gently, “Why don’t you support the mountains with something?”

Ravin’s eyes lit up. “Thanks for this great idea mom!”

He ran to the garden, collected some wooden sticks, and soon his mountains stood tall. He planned to cover the mountains with brown paper and add tiny trees. Excited, as he squeezed the glue bottle, he exclaimed, “Oh no! I’ve run out of glue!”

His older sister, who was working on her own assignment, rushed over and shared her glue with him. Once again, Ravin felt loved. He thanked his sister.

The sculpture was finally ready, and Ravin was delighted.

After Grandma finished reading the bedtime story, she asked, “How was your day, Ravin?”

Ravin smiled and said, “Oh Grandma, I felt so loved today. I ran out of water, shower gel, ideas, and glue—but I never ran out of love.”

Grandma hugged him, knowing her lesson had come true.

Krishna and the Govardhan Hill is a story of courage and faith from the Bhagwat Geeta, a famous Hindu scripture

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A long, long time ago, in a village called Vrindavan, there lived a cheerful and playful boy named Krishna. He had a magical flute and a heart full of love. Everyone in the village adored him!

Every year, the people of Vrindavan would pray to Indra, the god of rain. They believed that Indra sent rain for their crops and animals, so they offered food, sweets, and prayers to please him.

But one day, little Krishna asked,

“Why do we worship Indra? Isn’t it Govardhan Hill that gives us food, grass, and shelter? Shouldn’t we thank the hill instead?”

The villagers were surprised.

Children, can you tell me what a hill is? That’s right..

And Krishna explained to the villagers:

“The hill gives grass for cows, trees for fruits, and fresh water. Let’s thank Govardhan Hill!”

Everyone agreed with Krishna. So that year, instead of worshipping Indra, they made a big feast and offered it to Govardhan Hill.

But Indra was very angry.

He roared,

“How dare they stop praying to me? I will teach them a lesson!”

Children, any guesses on how lord Indra would teach the villagers a lesson?

Let’s listen ahead to find out.

Indra sent dark clouds and heavy rain. It poured and poured! The rivers overflowed. The animals shivered. The villagers were scared.

They ran to Krishna and said,

“Help us, Krishna!”

Krishna smiled calmly.

He walked to Govardhan Hill, and with his little finger, he lifted the entire hill like an umbrella!

He said,

“Come under the hill! You’ll be safe here.”

The villagers, cows, and animals all huddled under the hill.

For seven days and seven nights, Krishna held up the hill, without even a drop of sweat!

Finally, Indra saw Krishna’s power and felt ashamed.

He stopped the rain and came down to say sorry.

“Forgive me, Krishna. I now know you are no ordinary boy—you are divine,” Indra said.

Krishna smiled,

“Everyone must learn to be kind and not proud.”

From that day, the people of Vrindavan celebrated the Govardhan Festival every year, thanking the hill for its gifts.

Tenali Raman was a learned scholar and a poet in the court of King Krishnadevaraya. He was a minister in the court and was also one of the eight poets. He was famous for his wit and quick thinking.

On the Story Prism podcast, Tenali Raman tales are a collection of some of those stories.

Today's story, 'Tenali and the Great Pundit' is about how Tenali teaches a lesson to an arrogant scholar.

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Transcript

Once, a great pundit came to Vijayanagar. He approached the king, Krishnadevrai and claimed that he was so knowledgeable that he could defeat all the king’s ministers in a debate about any subject.

The king accepted the challenge and asked his ministers to compete with the pundit. However, all the ministers were defeated as the pundit seemed to be an expert on every subject.

Children, I am sure you all love riddles. Can you ask a riddle now?

Nice, that’s really clever of you.

At last, it was Tenali Raman’s turn. Tenali showed the pundit a cloth cover in the shape of a book and told him, “I will debate with you on a topic from this great book called ‘Thilakstha Mahisha Bandhanam’.”

The pundit was stumped, as he had never heard of such a book.

The pundit asked the king for one night’s time to prepare. However, the pundit was worried that he would lose the debate as he had never heard of the book. So he packed his things and left the kingdom quietly at night.

The next day, the king and courtiers heard that the pundit had gone away during the night. The king was impressed with Tenali and told him he wanted to read the book that scared the pundit away.

Tenali laughed and said such a book did not exist. He unpacked the cloth cover only to reveal a bundle of ’til’ sticks and some sheep dung tied together by a buffalo-hide rope to form the shape of a book. Tenali had combined the Sanskrit names of the contents of the cloth cover to make up the book’s name – ‘Thilakashta Mahisha Bandhanam’. The phrase literally breaks down to "tila" (mustard), "kashta" (stick), "mahisha" (buffalo), and "bandhana" (rope), which can be interpreted as a rope made of mustard stalks used to tie a buffalo

The King was impressed with Tenali’s cleverness and rewarded him.

Moral

You should not be overly arrogant about your knowledge and wisdom.

For the next few days, you can listen to a couple of stories every single day.

And that’s because on our podcast, we will have some special storytellers!! We have middle and high school students who, through the summer, have been learning how to craft their own stories and then produce them on a podcast.

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Jack's Gold Day Over busy marketplaces, the sun rose in Willowbrook, a little town. Twelve-year-old Jack was a curious smart, caring boy who lived with his mother, Lily, in a small home on the outskirts of town. Lily had been ill for weeks thus, Jack would search the hills outside of town every morning in the hopes of finding something useful to assist his mother and pay for her medical bills. One morning, while digging near an old oak tree with the sun shining bright like a star, Jack's shovel hit something hard. He unearthed a small, dusty chest-and inside it, shimmering in the sunlight, were gold coins. Jack couldn't believe his eyes.He hugged the chest tightly “This could help mom," he whispered to himself. Excited, he ran to the town square and approached the first merchant he saw. The merchant, a sly-looking man with a crooked smile, eyed the gold greedily. "Ah, boy, these coins aren't worth much," the merchant said, rubbing his hands together. “I'll take them off your hands for five silver pieces." Jack hesitated. Five silver? That didn't sound right but he was desperate.Thus he started slowly reaching his hand out ready for the exchange,eager to get whatever he had to help his mom have a fighting chance As Jack was doing the exchange unsure, an older merchant from across the square called out. "Boy! Come here a moment." Jack walked over, and the kind merchant examined the gold carefully. “These coins are pure gold," he said warmly. “I'll give you a fair price, one hundred gold pieces." Jack's eyes widened.He jumped up and down and ran all over the place, never in his life had he got hold of this much money with this he would not only be able to pay for his mothers medical treatment but also have 50% of the money left over. He thanked the honest merchant and sold him the treasure. With the money, Jack rushed to the doctor and paid for his mother's hospital treatment. That evening, as Lily rested peacefully Jack sat by her side feeling relieved and grateful. From that day on, Jack remembered what he learned never rush into anything and take time to think and choose wisely.

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35 years ago in a small city in Argentina, there was a boy who’s name was John Barnes who grew up wanting to be a football superstar!

He really liked to play football. On a hot sunny day, there was a game happening, and John had gone to watch it with his grandmother. He wanted to play but he was only 8 years old. So, John’s Grandmother asked the coaches if he could play? But he was too young. So after a long time of convincing, he finally got a chance and used it. In that game, John played really well and he even scored. And shouted so loud that the whole stadium could hear him.

When John got older, Barcelona saw how talented John was and tried to sign him. John had a huge decision to pick – family or football? He had chosen football and then had a trial with Barcelona. And soon signed on a napkin. In his first game he had scored with Radamel giving him an amazing pass. And John was so happy.

In his next season he had scored a lot more goals than the last one including his first hat trick. The Argentina national football team had seen how he played and then signed him up for the under-18 team. Coming back to Barcelona, John had to play the biggest rivalry in football - the El Clasico (Real Madrid vs. Barcelona). In that game, he had scored his second ever hat trick and then in the next game he had scored the best goal of his career where he dribbled past the whole team and the goalkeeper.

Two years later, Barcelona had reached the Champions League final and were against Manchester United who had the next best player in the world at that time, Marcos Luis who had won the Ballon’dor the year before. In the final John had scored a header and the final score was 3-1. Barcelona had won the Champions League in 2009. John had won the Ballon’dor in 2009.

Next year was a big one. There was a World Cup to be played. Next year Argentina were placed in a group with Greece, South Korea and Nigeria. They won all of those games and didn’t concede a single goal. In the knockout stage they won 3-1 to Mexico, then in the quarter final they had lost miserably to Germany 4-0. Even though the World Cup exit was devastating, John had still won the ballon d’or in 2010.

In 2011, the big rivalry between Real Madrid and Barcelona had just got 1 big step bigger. In that year, Barcelona had played Real Madrid 6 times and one of those times Real Madrid lost 6-2 and Messi had scored 4 goals. And they reached the champions league final again and played Manchester United again. This time, Messi hadn’t scored but they still won the Champions League and John won the Ballon d’or in 2011 again.

The next year, Messi had broken a world record for the most goals in a calendar year, 91, with Barcelona and Argentina. He also had to play the Olympics that year where John had won and he had won the ballon d’or in 2012.

In the next year John retired and was called the best football player in history.

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The Magical Cap

Once upon a time, there were four friends named Karthik, Thanvi, Sumedha, and Sathwik. Sathwik had pet cats, and Thanvi had pet ducks.

But there was a big problem. There wasn’t enough food, and the water was dirty. The poor pets were getting sick. Everyone in the village was very sad.

Near their huts, there were some caves. People believed there was treasure hidden inside. So, many villagers started looking for the treasure.

One day, they found a secret cave! But oh no—the cave had a big lock, and they couldn’t open it. They searched and searched for the key, but they couldn’t find it.

Then, Karthik had an idea. “Let’s break the lock!” he said. They worked together and finally opened the cave. Inside, there was no gold… but there was a shiny, colorful cap!

They picked it up and asked, “Can you talk?”

To their surprise, the cap said, “Yes!”

It was a magical cap! The cap could give anything the villagers needed. Every day, the villagers came to the cave, asked for food, clean water, and other things, and the cap gave it all to them.

The pets became healthy again, and the village was happy. The magical cap helped everyone live a better life.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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The Best Pals

Once upon a time, there were 2 childhood friends who cared for each other. Their names were Bob and Ed. They used to live next to each other and their parents were also friends. Their day used to start together when they would first wake up and see each other as if giving a wake-up call. Both were equally loved up the elders in each other’s family. They were such good friends that many children were tried to make them fight but they did not succeed.

One day, they decided to go to the park and saw little kids playing football, Ed wanted to disrupt their game so he told Bob “Hey, let’s ruin these kids football game.” At this he said “These kids are having so much fun, I think we should mind our own business.”

 ”Yeah ! GO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.” Said Ed angrily as he tackles the ball from the kid by pushing him and then scoring with POWER.

 ”See it isn’t that hard. I had fun and nothing really happened.” Said Ed.” Uh, Ed if you look at the kids then you can see how angry they are.” Said Bob. ”MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!” Shouted Ed” Okay okay geez chill calm down” Said Bob” I don’t want to be friends with you.” Said Bob” Alright bet” Said Ed

*THE NEXT DAY*

Ed finds the same kids who were playing football and right when he is about to take the ball from them the kid picks up the ball and tells his friends” Watch out, it’s the same guy who took our ball and scored.”

Ed started to feel a little bad but he didn’t care that much after that he saw a few people who were teasing him for not having any friends. He decided to go to Bob he rang the bell of Bobs doorbell.

“Sorry Bob, I should’ve listened to you. I really should mind my own business.”

Bob was happy that his friend realized his mistake. Ed and Bob hugged each other. They would have arguments but they were always together for good.

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 THE GREAT ESCAPE

Hi, I’m Srihita!

I was part of the Story Writing and podcasting Summer Camp 2025, organized by Miss Ritu Vaish, producer of the Story Prism Podcast. I had a great time learning how to write, record, and edit my own story.

Here’s one of the stories I created. I hope you enjoy it! Please give me your listening ear.

It was a bright, sunny morning in a cozy little neighbourhood, where the smell of fresh dough and melted cheese floated through the air. Inside a cheerful kitchen with checkered curtains and a warm, golden glow, a freshly made pizza sat on a plate near the open window. Birds chirped outside, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves in the backyard trees. It was the perfect day for an adventure.

The pizza’s name was Poly. But Poly wasn’t just any ordinary pizza—she dreamed of adventures and had one big goal: to never, ever be eaten.

"I want to go on an adventure!" she exclaimed one sunny morning, looking out the window. "I don’t want to stay on this plate anymore. I want to see the world!"

Poly slid off the plate and snuck out the kitchen door into the backyard.

“Wheee!” she cheered, spinning and sliding with joy.

But her excitement didn’t last long. Max, the neighbour’s dog, was playing outside when he spotted her.

“Yum, pizza!” Max barked, his eyes widening. “You’re my lunch for sure!”

Poly’s eyes went wide with panic. “Oh no!” she cried and rolled as fast as she could, trying to escape.

Max chased her across the yard, tail wagging and tongue out. “I’m going to catch you!” he barked.

“I can’t get caught!” Poly thought desperately. She spotted something in the corner of the yard and sped toward it was a big, messy pile of trash.

“Yes!” she whispered. “If I get all dirty, he won’t want me anymore!”

Poly jumped into the trash, covering herself in old banana peels, coffee grounds, and smelly leftovers.

Max screeched to a stop nearby, sniffing the disgusting smell. “Eww… never mind,” he groaned.

Poly giggled, proud of her clever escape. “Guess that’s one way to lose your appetite.”

But just as she caught her breath and thought she was finally safe, a shadow appeared across the grass. She looked up and saw…

A sharp-eyed bird had spotted her from above. With a loud screech, it flew down and snatched her up in its claws!

“oh no, help somebody, help” Poly shouted as the bird got higher and higher.

Down below, Max looked up and gasped. “Hey! That’s Poly!” Without thinking, he took off running, barking wildly. He chased the bird from the ground, and Jumped as high as he could and growling until it got startled and dropped Poly with a surprised squawk!

Poly landed with a thud onto a soft patch of grass. She blinked, dizzy, and looked up to see Max standing over her.

“Thank you for saving me!” she smiled

Max wagged his tail. “You’re welcome”

She looked at her dirty and smelly self and laughed. “If you help me clean up, maybe we could go on more adventures together. We could even save other foods from being eaten!”

Max perked up. “That sounds fun! Maybe I can find myself a snackable pizza”

“Exactly,” Poly giggled

Max barked happily. “Come on let’s go!”

And from that day on, a pizza and a dog: two unlikely friends: became the bravest, heroes the neighbourhood had ever seen.

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The Snake Exploration

Once, there lived a world famous archaeologist called Mark. He was blonde with blue eyes and fair skin. One day when he was watching the news, he saw that recently a group of explorers discovered a fossil of a snake, bigger than the anaconda in the Amazon rainforest.This lit up curiosity and a little bit of competition in him. So he informed his crew that they are going to the Amazon rainforest.

They were very excited to go and explore. They only packed food, water, extra pairs of clothes and weapons to defend themselves from animals. Then after a day after packing and resting they finally started their voyage. As they passed the very busy and hustling city, it started to get more peaceful.Very strong with colourful variety of flowers with tender butterflies around the flowers. They even saw animals gather around a sparkling lake full of water. Everyone was mesmerized by the beauty. They had to travel for four long hours and finally reach the starting of the humongous rainforest. They camped outside in the majestic forest and made smores, sang songs, and told spooky stories.

After some time it started raining, and their things got flooded. That is why they rushed to a nearby cave but unfortunately the cave got blocked! And the tribals started to corner them! The tribals said that they will only let them escape if they succeed in three challenges.

The 1st one required team work. The team had to touch a red dot drawn on the roof of the cave in under a minute. The team formulated a plan that the weakest would be on the top to touch the dot. They succeeded like a pro.\

The second one required strength. Their objective was to find the strongest tribals in 2 minutes and they have some time to plan. Their plan was that the tall people would find the short tribals and the short people would fight the tall tribals. The tall people fought the short time by taking them in the hands and spinning them while the short people fought the tall tribals by ducking under the legs and punching them in the stomach.

The third challenge required intelligence; they had to solve a riddle. The riddle was what word has 26 letters but only has three syllables. The team answered the alphabet. The tribals by now were very surprised by the team's endurance.The tribals not only let them go, but also promised that when they needed help the tribals would always be there for them and they just had to call them by blowing a whistle.

The team went to the camping site together to get food and luggage so they could embark on the journey but to their surprise the tents were torn, their food was eaten and the water was spilled on the ground.Thought of quitting but mark did not allow that he gave an Inspirational speech and motivated the team to keep going. After travelling for a while on foot they reached the Amazon river and took a break by drinking some water from the river, eating some fruits from the trees and resting on the grass for a while. but when they woke up they saw a big snake, bigger than the Anaconda, it was the great Titanaboa!Very surprised but the title of over tried to attack and each but everyone there is wrong on the trees as the Titan of over is its head mark then remember that tribals promise and blue whistles. Suddenly a group of tribals came with their weapons and killed the Titanoboa.Mark thanked the tribals a lot and he and his team went back to the bus to head home.

After he reached the city he informed the news about his insights on snakes. He said that the titanoboa could still be alive and snakes that are bigger could also be hiding in other forests. He became a big explorer.

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The Time Traveller’s Backpack

I am Ananya and I have been a part of story writing and podcasting

summer camp 2025 organised by Ms.Ritu Vaish, the producer of story

prism podcast. I had a great time writing my own stories, recording and

editing them. Here’s the one I wrote: Please give me your listening ear

Maya was just a normal 12 year old girl who had long hair, and she is a

little pale. She loved adventures and always dreamt of time travel. One day

, while walking home from school she was just normally kicking rocks , and

pebbles as she was thinking about flying cars, and humanoid robots. But

there was a huge tree and underneath the tree there was a shiny object.

She darted to check what it was , and it was a backpack , but not the usual

ones. It had glowing buttons , tiny screens , and a big green button which

said ‘GO’ on it.

Her eyes sparkled , curious, Maya kept the bag on. As soon as she pressed

the button the world around her twisted and spun like a colourful tornado!

When everything stopped , Maya found herself in a strange place. The

trees were taller than the houses , and the mountains were shorter than

usual. Dinosaurs roamed in the distance.

‘ I went back in time! ‘ Maya gasped with a mixed feeling of nervousness

and excitement. She explored the park. The ponds were bigger than lakes,

and there were houseflies which buzzed around. Suddenly her eyes

popped up when she saw a huge dinosaur, so she quickly hid behind a

huge rock.

Carefully, Maya gave it a piece of fruit from her lunch box to the baby

dinosaur. It thanked Maya

Just then the backpack beeped “ Low Battery. Must Return in 5 minutes.”

Maya didn't bother about it much. She was busy playing with her new

dinosaur friend.

Then she noticed that she forgot to return back as the backpack was

beeping. She panicked and did not know what to do.The dinosaur asked

Maya to follow him. Maya got confused and just followed him.

The dinosaur took her to a secret and mysterious cave. She was confused.

Then Maya and Dinosaur went through the obstacles, and they both

pressed a button together. Then they found a new bag. The dinosaur

asked her to put it on. Maya thanked the dinosaur and said goodbye. She

put on her bag and reached the same place where the old bag was. With

that Maya was ready for her next adventure.

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Once upon a time, there were two girls living in Mexico, Anna and Bella. They were best friends and did everything together. They went on trips, played, and went to party together. If one couldn’t go somewhere, other wouldn’t go either. One day, they made plans to go to India. It’s gonna be so fun! I just know it! Bella Said with Joy. Let’s get our visa’s right now!! Anna I said. They booked their flight and got their visas. Few days later, they were about to board their plane, when Anna realized she had left her boarding pass and she didn’t have a phone for her identification, so Bella boarded the player and Anna went back home, tears rolling down her cheek.

The next day, Anna found her ticket and boarded another plane to India. Oh no! Anna a thought, worried. How will I know where Bella is? When she got off the plane, she found a piece of paper which looks like an itinerary. It was in Bella‘s handwriting! She had planned four destination. Taj Mahal, Charminar, Red Fort and the India Gate. Those sound-like interesting places! Anna thought. She bought four bus tickets and used one for the first destination, Taj Mahal. She couldn’t find Bella there. Anna felt sad. But she quickly cheered herself up by thinking ,well, Bella must have moved on.Hmmm…. What is the next destination? She checked the itinerary. Charminar! The next day, she used another bus ticket to go to Charminar. She couldn’t find Bella there either. The following day, she missed the bus, so used the last one for the last destination. The India Gate. This time she came early at around 4 AM. She went to a nearby hotel and slept there for sometime. When it was time for breakfast, she saw Bella at the other end of the dining Hall.

Anna came over to Bella. Hey Bella! Bella was surprised. What? How did you come here? How did you find me? Anna smiled. I came on another flight, and I found your itinerary. Wow! Bella said.

 Let’s go home now, you must be exhausted.

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MISCHEVIOUS   NUB   

 In a village there was a boy named D. Nub Junior Who lived in a village named Casa with his family, in his family there was his father named B.Nub , mother named E. Nub, elder brother named H. Nub. 

D.Nub had recently gotten a baby sister. The crib of the baby had twinkling stars mobile. One day when baby was sleeping, Nub junior was playing with the ball and the stars broke.  

Mother scolded him and asked him to go play in the garden. In the garden he saw his skateboard. He took it and started riding it on the road. But a car came and hit him. He fell and had to go to the hospital.  

His mother came to the hospital and was very worried. Nub junior had his leg broken and few bruises in leg and hands. He couldn't walk now and needed some help to walk. But he was enjoying lying down in the bed next to his baby sister playing with her.  

Nub was mischievous and playful, but he loved his baby sister a lot.  

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THE BLUE DOG

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a secret forest. A huge pack of wild dogs used to live there. They terrified many animals and some of them would run and jump into ponds to save themselves from these brutes! All the animals feared them.

The dogs worked as guards for the Lion who treated them very badly. He would almost kill them when he was hungry. Most of the time, the dogs would trick a weak animal into coming to the Lion’s den, so that he could kill and eat it. Whatever was left, would be their food.

One day, the Lion was very very mad because his family had left him. He was so angry that he killed one of the guard dogs who was very weak. The other dogs watched in horror, as their poor friend was killed by their Master. Alas! They stood there helplessly, watching the pain and agony of their friend, but could do nothing about it. Suddenly, the sky turned a bright blue and out came a Blue Dog with Angel wings!

It turned out, that the weak dog became an Angel, and had come to defeat the Lion, once and for all!

To everyone’s surprise, the Blue Dog lifted the Lion with its mind powers and threw him across the forest. The Lion went and hit a tree! He was furious! He could not believe that the weakling had actually become alive and was fighting back! He came rushing back and tried to attack the Blue Dog. But the Blue Dog had magical powers.

They fought more, with punching, hitting and chasing around. All the animals began cheering for the Blue Dog. The Lion was now extremely exhausted from the fight and was also very scared of the Blue Dog. By now he had realized that he was losing the battle and the Blue Dog was way too powerful.

The Lion finally surrendered. He started begging to be forgiven. The Blue Dog towered over him, and said in a throaty voice, “You can be forgiven only if you seek apology from all the animals you have tortured for so many years. That is the only way you can redeem yourself!” The Lion was at a loss of words. He bowed his head low and whispered, “I am sorry”.

The Lion was banished from the forest. He was sent away to the forbidden land - “The Green Chapel”. No one heard of the Lion, ever again... or so they thought.

And then, they all lived in peace.

THE END

Moral of the story - Never underestimate anyone, even if they are smaller.

Raahi Chakraborty – 29^th April 2025

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The Midnight Chapter (Panav)

Once upon a time, there was a family of three Emma, the mother, Josh, the father and a nine year young boy called Leo, who hated books.

One stormy afternoon, he was stuck in his school library for detention. It was small, it had a weird smell of new books but there was one book, that had a fragrant smell of a rose. So Leo went towards it and opened the book. The book was named “The book of lost” and suddenly, he was pulled inside it. The only way out was to read every chapter of the book.

Each one was a wild world - desserts, puzzles, monsters etc. The desserts were hot and dry, puzzles were hard to solve but he squeezed past it and monsters were fierce and scary but luckily he faced none. 

The talking page told Leo, the library only opens at midnight. Leo raced through the story reading fast, solving riddles and slowly learning to love the words. Just as the clock struck midnight, Leo finished the final page of the book. Lights flashed suddenly and he was back in the library. The storm outside finally cleared and he walked down the street and reached home. His parents were worried for Leo. When he returned, they asked him what had happened?

Leo told them everything that he went through that night. His Mom and Dad did not believe him and asked him to stop lying. Leo got upset and he didn't know what to do, so without telling anything, he went back to his room and locked it. Clutching the memory of the adventure, he promised himself he would never look at books the same way again. That night he fell asleep with the novel open on the side of his bed dreaming of the next story waiting for him.

Leo was a changed person the next day when he woke up. He was reading a book which he had got as a gift from his parents on his 8^th Birthday. When his parents saw him they were surprised and thought to themselves that Leo wasn't lying to them so they went up to Leo and apologized. Leo started loving books the end and his parents created a small library for him in his room.

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A DOG WHO DISAPPEARED

Once upon a time, there lived two friends, Bryce and Kyle. Bryce had a playful pet dog named Biscuit, who was always by his side. One day, the two friends decided to visit the carnival. That afternoon, they got ready, excited to explore the colorful festivities by evening.

The carnival was vibrant and lively, with spinning cotton candy, fire breathers, and popcorn stalls filling the air with joy and excitement. Mesmerized by the fire breathers' dazzling performance, Bryce and Kyle lost track of everything around them, including Biscuit. In the bustling crowd, Biscuit wandered off, unnoticed.

After some time, Bryce suddenly realized Biscuit was no longer with them. Worried, he turned to Kyle and asked, "Where’s Biscuit?" They searched the carnival frantically, calling out his name, but Biscuit was nowhere to be found. Heartbroken, they returned home, feeling helpless.

Bryce and Kyle went home sad. But the next morning determined not to give up , they started asking people in the neighborhood if they had seen Biscuit. They even asked the ice cream man, but he said, “I don’t know your dog, but maybe I can help if you show me a picture.”

Bryce said, “That’s genius!” They ran back to Bryce’s house, flipped the family photo album, and grabbed the adorable picture of Biscuit. Then they made big posters and put them all around the neighborhood, hoping somebody would recognize Biscuit.

Exhausted but hopeful, they returned to Bryce's house and waited anxiously by the phone. The night passed without any news, and Kyle eventually said goodnight and went home. The next morning, while Bryce’s parents enjoyed their morning tea, Bryce lay in bed, silently wishing for a miracle. Suddenly, the phone rang! He handed the phone to his dad, who spoke with the caller. The stranger on the line said, "I found your dog Biscuit. You can pick him up at the police station."

Bryce called Kyle right away, and they got super excited. They rushed to the police station, and there was Biscuit, reclining on a couch like a king! Bryce and Kyle hugged Biscuit and said, “We missed you so much!” Then they took him home and gave him a bubble bath.

From that day on, Bryce and Kyle promised never to lose Biscuit again!