“There lots of mysteries to be found. We just need to observe the world around us,” Story Taatha said. What kind of mysteries?” Laya asked, sitting up straight.

Popat Lal head a loud crash. He hurried back to see what had happened. His cart was in a mess. The plastic sheet was torn, and his pile of beautiful golden corn was lying on the ground. Poor Popat Lal! The corn had cost him a lot of money. He looked around, but the culprit was nowhere to be found.

Once upon a time, there lived a mighty Asura named Mahishasura who wanted to rule all the worlds. He performed tapas for many years. “What do you seek?” Brahma asked. Mahishasura replied, “I should not be killed by any man, neither Deva, nor human, nor any other kind.”

Nine-year-old Venkat was taking a nap. Naughty little Pragya took a couple of sketch pens and drew a colourful moustache on Venkat’s face. When Venkat went down to play, his friends saw the moustache and laughed. “Hello, Venkat Uncle. I’m glad you could make it at last”, Vidya said with a giggle.

Eight-year-old Venkat got out of bed very, very slowly. Thursdays were a long sequence of his least favourite things. At the end of the day, his father said, “Well, Venkat, I’m so glad you told me. Now that we know what the problem is, we can try to fix it. Do you have any ideas?”

Eight-year-old Venkat looked out of the window at a large mango tree full of fruit. He sighed and tightly closed his eyes. “Just the one tree,” he prayed with full faith. “If you just give me access to just that mango tree for just this summer, Hanumanji, I won’t complain about the lockdown at all.”