<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Meera Joshi on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/authors/meera-joshi/</link><description>Recent content in Meera Joshi on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2026 14:27:24 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/authors/meera-joshi/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bhoja's Eagle</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/bhojas-eagle/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/bhojas-eagle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bhoja lived in the terai. The terai is the region at the foot of the Himalayas where the grasses grow tall, and the forest is thick.&lt;/p&gt;
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Bhoja loved the forest. He knew the birds and beasts that lived there. He knew the trees where the honeybees built their huge combs, and the caves where the bats hung upside down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He liked to sit by the pond where the sarus cranes waded, and the deer came when they were thirsty. And he loved the pool where the frogs croaked all day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Witch's Gift</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/a-witchs-gift/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2020 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/a-witchs-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a story of long, long ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surya the sun god had a very beautiful daughter. She was tall, with long golden hair that almost touched her toes. And she was gentle as the soft, wispy white clouds that float by on clear blue day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though she loved her home in the sky, each morning, as brightness spread across the heavens, she came down earth, to the wonderful green forests that grew there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She walked among the trees all day. She sang with the birds. She played hide-n-seek with the small creatures and listened to the stories the big beasts had to tell. And when evening came, she returned to her palace far away beyond the twinkling stars.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Elephant's Nose</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-elephants-nose/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2001 18:31:58 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-elephants-nose/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There was a time, when the elephant&amp;rsquo;s nose was no bigger than a boot that he could wriggle from side to side. But an elephant&amp;rsquo;s child changed all that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was a curious fellow who asked ever so many questions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He asked the ostrich why her tail feathers grew just so.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He asked the giraffe what made his skin spotty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He asked the hippo why his eyes were red, and the baboon&lt;br&gt;
why melons tasted as they did.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Koel</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/koel/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2000 07:56:24 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/koel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When wisps of white&lt;br&gt;
Sail across the sky&lt;br&gt;
When the breeze blows warm&lt;br&gt;
And the days grow long&lt;br&gt;
From somewhere in the distance&lt;br&gt;
You can hear my song&lt;br&gt;
Coo-ooo, Coo-ooo Coo-oooo&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	
	

	

	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
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&lt;p&gt;When mangoes ripen&lt;br&gt;
In the dark green trees&lt;br&gt;
And hovering around&lt;br&gt;
Are busy buzzy bees&lt;br&gt;
Right over the wall&lt;br&gt;
You can hear my call&lt;br&gt;
Coo-o, Coo-oo, Cooo-ooo&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When plump wild figs&lt;br&gt;
Go squish under your feet&lt;br&gt;
And juicy purple jamuns&lt;br&gt;
Are munched by parakeets&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How the Dragon Came to be</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/how-the-dragon-came-to-be/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2001 23:40:12 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/how-the-dragon-came-to-be/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Long ago, there lived in China a young boy called Chi Yu.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	
	

	

	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
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&lt;p&gt;Chi Yu lived with his mother in a tiny house at the edge of the village. There were beautiful green meadows all around and tall hills. Every year after the rains, the fields looked greener and more beautiful than ever before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each morning as the sun peeped into his window, Chi Yu jumped out of bed. He ran to the fields to cut the fresh grass that had grown at night. He gathered it in his big round basket and took it to farmer Hieun Tse who wanted the freshest grass for his cows. And Chi Yu got a jar of rice in return.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Silly Cricket</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/the-silly-cricket/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2000 13:38:02 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/the-silly-cricket/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A silly young cricket&lt;br&gt;
Sat on a wicket&lt;br&gt;
Singing all summer long&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He strummed his guitar&lt;br&gt;
And danced all the while&lt;br&gt;
Other creatures were busy&lt;br&gt;
Gathering their pile&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soon winter came&lt;br&gt;
And he began to complain&lt;br&gt;
For he hadn&amp;rsquo;t a morsel to nibble on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So off he went&lt;br&gt;
In the wind and rain&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	
	

	

	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
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&lt;p&gt;To the little black ants&lt;br&gt;
For a mouthful of grain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>