<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Sancharini on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/authors/sancharini/</link><description>Recent content in Sancharini on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2026 08:10:32 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/authors/sancharini/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Golden Fish</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-golden-fish/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2000 17:31:18 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-golden-fish/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There are many islands in the Bay of Bengal and not all of them are inhabited. But on one island, at one time, there was a small hut which belonged to an old man and his wife. They were very poor. The husband used to make nets and fish in the sea, for that was the only food they could get.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day he went fishing as usual. He cast his net and waited. Suddenly there was a pull. He started to draw in the net, it seemed heavier than it had ever before. He just about managed to draw it up. But when he looked, he was surprised to find the net empty except for one small fish. However, it was no ordinary fish. It was golden in colour and even stranger, it pleaded with the old man in a human voice, &amp;ldquo;Please do not kill me, put me back into the sea and I will be of some service to you. I will do whatever you wish.&amp;rdquo; The old man thought for a minute and answered, &amp;ldquo;I do not need anything from you, go back and swim in the sea.&amp;rdquo; He threw the fish back into the sea and went back home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Fairy Doll</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-fairy-doll/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 1999 05:21:47 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-fairy-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Not that!&amp;quot; screamed Sheila. &amp;ldquo;Yes not her!&amp;rdquo; repeated Anna. &amp;ldquo;She will stay with us.&amp;rdquo; Sheila snatched Matilda from her maid and they ran to their room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In case you are wondering what I am talking about or who is Matilda? Well, Matilda is Sheila and Anna&amp;rsquo;s favorite doll and the children, along with the maid, were sorting out their old toys to be given to poor children on Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
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&lt;p&gt;Matilda was a funny little doll, stuffed with bits of old clothes. Her eyes were made of two little black buttons, her hair was made of red wool and her nose was flat. Matilda was always smiling and was very soft and cuddly. She was given to the children by their grandmother when Sheila was three years old and Anna only two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Surprise On Christmas</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/a-surprise-on-christmas/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 1999 10:18:51 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/a-surprise-on-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jimmy and Jenny were very excited. It was Christmas Eve and they were busy hanging their stockings at the end of their beds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You must go to sleep quickly,&amp;rdquo; said mother, &amp;ldquo;because Santa Claus won&amp;rsquo;t come until you are fast asleep.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So Jenny and Jimmy jumped into bed and shut their eyes. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t before long that they were both fast asleep and dreaming. Then even the grown-ups went to sleep. The lights were turned out and the house was dark. Everything was quiet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shri Guru Nanak Dev</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/shri-guru-nanak-dev/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2000 04:43:38 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/shri-guru-nanak-dev/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Shri Guru Nanak Dev was born at a time when the world was plunged into the darkness of ignorance, feudal tyranny, religious &amp;amp; cultural strife.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Born in 1469 at Rai Bhoeki Talwandi (now known as Nankana Sahib) situated in the Punjab province of West Pakistan, he went on to lay down the foundation of Sikhism. He preached brotherhood and humanitarianism irrespective of caste, creed, colour and economic status.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;According to him, love of God implied love for his creations and thus service for humanity indicates one&amp;rsquo;s love for God.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dress Relief</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/dress-relief/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2000 04:55:34 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/dress-relief/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The doorbell rang. ‘Now darling remember all that I have told you,’ said Ma for the umpteenth time as she nervously opened the door. There stood Grandma in her white saree, as upright as ever with the perpetual stern look on her face. ‘Jeetiraho’ boomed her voice as Ma touched her feet. I followed her example and then helped Papa who was struggling with the suitcases, tins and sacks. Grandma always carried her kitchen with her, no mixer or microwave or for that matter even a gas stove would do for her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>