Tag Archives: Life And Time Stories for Kids

A Misfortune: Anton Chekhov – Sofya Petrovna, the wife of Lubyantsev the notary, a handsome young woman of five-and-twenty, was walking slowly along a track that had been cleared in the wood, with Ilyin, a lawyer who was spending the summer in the neighbourhood. It was five o’clock in the evening. Feathery-white masses of cloud stood overhead; patches of bright …

Terror: My Friend’s Story – Anton Chekhov: DMITRI PETROVITCH SILIN had taken his degree and entered the government service in Petersburg, but at thirty he gave up his post and went in for agriculture. His farming was fairly successful, and yet it always seemed to me that he was not in his proper place, and that he would do well …

होली वाला बर्थडे: होली वाले दिन “मेरा हैप्पी बर्थडे है…” कहते हुए सात साल का गोलू सारे घर के कमरों में घूम रहा था। घर के सभी सदस्य होली के तैयारियों में व्यस्त थे इसलिए कोई भी उसकी बात पर ध्यान नहीं दे रहा था। थक हार कर वह अपनी माँ को सब जगह देखते हुए राजू भैया के कमरे …

चाचा जी की होली: होली के त्योहार पर नटखट बाल-कहानी शांतनु की शैतानी के किस्से पूरे मोहल्ले में मशहूर थे। अगर किसी के घर की खिड़की का काँच टूटा हो तो देखने वाले को तुरंत समझ में आ जाता था कि बॉल ज़रूर शांतनु की होगी। अगर किसी के घर की कोई डोरबेल बजा कर भाग जाता था तो भी …

“इस बार होली खेलने के लिए मैं तुम्हारे घर ही आ जाउंगी” सिमी ने राहुल से कहा। “हाँ, तुम्हारी छत बहुत बड़ी है। यहाँ से हमें आधा शहर तो यूँ ही दिख जाता है” मंजुल ने मुस्कुराते हुए कहा। “मैं तो गुलाबी रंग का गुलाल लगाउंगी। मुझे गुलाबी रंग बहुत पसंद है” सलोनी ने खुश होते हुए कहा। “कभी शीशे …

Human Robot: A cunning smile played on his lips as Prem Chopra stared at the glaring neon sign – Super Robots Plaza. Now he would be able to buy an accomplice, he thought, as he crossed the busy street towards the store. Surely an adequate investment of his latest loot. And Super Robots were, by far, the best and the …

A Chase of Cheers: Mr. Lootgia Ram’s car had been stolen. And old Mr. Ram had gone crazy about it. Uncle Samanta had taken up the case. Of late he had been trying his hand at chasing criminals. At sixty-one he was full of enthusiasm in his new interest. “This must be the work of Karchori Lal,” he observed as …

Pinky was standing at the kitchen window when she first saw the bird fly past. A small black and brown bird, when a patch of pure, dazzling white on the wings. In its beak it held a wisp of straw. Pinky strained hard to peep out of the window but the bars held her back. She only saw the bird …

The Song of The River: It was summer time in the high valley. Ghungroo drew a deep breath. The bells on her ankles tinkled as she tossed back her wavy tresses…and trickled out of the melting snows of the great mountains. The Song of The River: Nita Berry It was no wonder really that the little river was called Ghungroo, …

Two Little Sparrows: “Cheap-cheap!” The shrill cries woke Nandita up. She switched on her bedside lamp. There was a fluttering. Wings whizzed past above her head. “Oh, it is you!” Nandita called out to the two sparrows perched above the window curtain. “It is too early to chirp. Let me sleep!” One of the sparrows blinked a mischievous eye. Then …