<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Growing Up on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/growing-up/</link><description>Recent content in Growing Up 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/growing-up/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Toys For a Big Boy</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/toys-for-a-big-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 11:48:53 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/toys-for-a-big-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ronit Subramanian was seven years old and he was the tallest student in his class. It made him feel very proud. But when he remembered some of the things he used to do as a small kid, he felt a little shy. He wished his mother would not tell those stories to her friends again and again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last week his mother’s old school friend had come to see her. They were meeting after 10 years. Ronit was just back from school but his ears pricked up when he heard his mother say in that goofy tone, “You know what my Ronit used to do as a baby? He used to think everything and everyone was a part of the Subramanian family. So he would call the refrigerator ‘frig Subramanian. And he would call the doggy that curled up on our doormat outside ‘doggy Subramanian’”. Ronit heard his mother’s friend say, “cho chweeeet” and he ran out of the house – without any lunch. “I wish mother would not do these things,” he said for the thousandth time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>