<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Aruna Gopakumar on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/authors/aruna-gopakumar/</link><description>Recent content in Aruna Gopakumar on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2026 18:38:04 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/authors/aruna-gopakumar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Not-quite Robbery</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-not-quite-robbery/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 1996 06:04:42 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-not-quite-robbery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This time, the summer vacation felt longer than normal to Vamshi. Nothing exciting was happening. So many exciting things happened to children in stories but never to Vamshi. He discussed these observations with his friends Jayesh and Samir. &amp;ldquo;Other kids often get a mystery or something to solve,&amp;rdquo; he told them woefully. They all pondered in silence. Lives in stories were so exciting. &amp;ldquo;Maybe we should make things happen,&amp;rdquo; said Jayesh. &amp;ldquo;How about creating a mystery for others to solve,&amp;rdquo; said Samir, suddenly excited. &amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; asked Vamshi suspiciously. &amp;ldquo;Maybe we could rob a bank or something…,&amp;rdquo; said Samir carelessly. There was a period of silence as the idea began to sink in slowly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Five and a Half Wishes</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/five-and-a-half-wishes/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2001 12:33:54 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/five-and-a-half-wishes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bhuvan&amp;rsquo;s parents had just moved to Chikmagalur from Bangalore. They had been waiting for a long time to get away from the pollution, noise, traffic and fast paced life. They thought Bhuvan being only six years old would adjust with ease to life in a small town. But Bhuvan was far from pleased. He didn&amp;rsquo;t like the children in his school from the first day. His friends in Bangalore had been so smart. Here everybody wore unsmart clothes, spoke in Kannada and carried curd rice to school. He decided that he wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to like this place at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lame Groom and his English Bride</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-lame-groom-and-his-english-bride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2001 18:47:09 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-lame-groom-and-his-english-bride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kamini loved her dolls. She had three of them. Two of them were Indian and she had named them Rukmani and Ranjani, so that they rhymed with her name. Her uncle had gifted her another doll that he had brought from London, who she had named Jenny. Kamini&amp;rsquo;s dolls were her babies. She brushed their teeth in the morning, washed them and dressed them up. When she had her breakfast she would have them sitting by her side. At night before going to sleep, she would put them to sleep. Her brother Vivek would indulge her by allowing the dolls to take rides in his various cars.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>