<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Gifts for Children on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/gifts-for-children/</link><description>Recent content in Gifts for Children on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 21:46:31 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/tags/gifts-for-children/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Gifts</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-gifts/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2002 23:05:14 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-gifts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Seema and Reema were highly excited. Their uncle was coming today, from Mumbai. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the actual arrival that excited them, it was the thought of the gifts he would bring for them. There would certainly be gifts, of that they were sure. No self respecting uncle would arrive at a brother&amp;rsquo;s house without gifts for his eight year old and nine year old nieces. But there was nothing they could do but wait.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So they waited. Their father had gone to the station to pick him up. They awaited his return eagerly. The train was expected to arrive at 10:00 p.m. But it was well past 11 now and there was no sign of their father&amp;rsquo;s return. They called up the station (again), only to be informed (again) that the train was delayed. Their patience wore thin. They were very cross with Indian Railways. Then suddenly in the depths of their despair they heard the honk of a car. It was their car! They had come! He had arrived at last!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>