Stories For Kids

∼ सतीश कुमार अलीपुरी

“See, so many lovely bubbles,” shouted Shubham pointing to a man blowing hundreds of bubbles in the park. “I too can blow bubbles like that,” said Tani. “My bubbles are the best. But they are in a secret place.” “Show me, Tani, show me,” said Manasi. “Show me, Tani, show me,” said Manasi. “Not now,” replied Tani, “ but one …

Two shop boys, Joe and Henry, one day passed by one of the village gardens. “Look at that,” said Joe, “what a beautiful big cabbage.” “That’s nothing,” said Henry, who was something of a boaster. “In my travels in foreign lands I once saw a cabbage bigger than this garden.” Joe, who was a coppersmith, commented: “It must have been …

एक भिखारी किसी स्टेशन पर पेँसिलोँ से भरा कटोरा लेकर बैठा हुआ था। एक युवा व्यवसायी उधर से गुजरा और उसनेँ कटोरे मेँ 50 रूपये डाल दिया, लेकिन उसनेँ कोई पेँसिल नहीँ ली। उसके बाद वह ट्रेन मेँ बैठ गया। डिब्बे का दरवाजा बंद होने ही वाला था कि अधिकारी एकाएक ट्रेन से उतर कर भिखारी के पास लौटा और …

बंदर का कलेजा (बन्दर और मगरमच्छ) पंचतंत्र की प्रसिद्ध कहानियों में से एक है जिसके रचयिता आचार्य विष्णु शर्मा हैं। एक नदी किनारे हरा-भरा विशाल पेड़ था। उस पर खूब स्वादिष्ट फल उगे रहते। उसी पेड़ पर एक बंदर रहता था। बडा मस्त कलंदर। जी भरकर फल खाता, डालियों पर झूलता और कूदता-फांदता रहता। उस बंदर के जीवन में एक …

Crash! “What was that noise?” Rohan and his mother dashed out of the kitchen. As they reached the stair case leading up to the terrace, they stopped. Sitting comfortably on the stairs and staring at them was a big, fat monkey. Broken pieces of the matka lay all around him and water was streaming down the staircase. “Shoo, shoo”, said …

Once there was a king named Satyapriya. His queen was called Suhasini. They lived in a lovely palace with a big garden. Their son Sarvapriya was everyone’s darling. The king and queen were very fond of Sarvapriya. They never left him alone. There were servants to look after him. Prince Sarvapriya had everything he wanted. But he had no friends. …

Old Rupert was sitting in the shade of a big apple tree in front of his house. His grandchildren were busy eating the beautiful apples and they were never tried of praising the delicious fruit. Their grandfather said to them: “Now I’ll tell you how this tree came here. More than 50 years ago I was standing lazily in an …

The night of February 14, 1980 was cold and dark. The moon had tried to break through the mass of black cloud, had tried and given up. An icy wind from the hills carrying the smell of fresh snow, swept through the deserted narrow lanes of the little Harijan village of Ramnagar in Uttar Pradesh. It rattled the heavy, planked …