<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Hindu Temple on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/hindu-temple/</link><description>Recent content in Hindu Temple 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/hindu-temple/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Two Girls and a Lotus</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/two-girls-and-a-lotus/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 1998 10:08:41 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/two-girls-and-a-lotus/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;On top of a three-hundred-foot hill was a quaint old temple. A hunched, old man performed puja here. Enshrined in the centre of the temple was a beautiful idol. Usha and Lalita, two good friends, enjoyed talking to the kindly temple priest and watching him adorn the beautiful idol with multicoloured flowers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Often in the morning, Usha and Lalita climbed the hill, dancing between the rhododendron bushes, jumping, singing and playing hide-and-seek. Woken from its slumber, a dovelet would coo sleepily, &amp;ldquo;Coo! How noisy these Brobdingangian doves are!&amp;rdquo; A squirrel would skip past, flicking its bushy tail and chattering, &amp;ldquo;Audacity! They dare show me how to play hide-and-seek!&amp;rdquo; A bright, yellow warbler, flying overhead, would trill, &amp;ldquo;Silly modern girls! Their frocks are the colour of my undercoat. Are they just trying to tease me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Priest's Successor</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-priests-successor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 1999 03:09:22 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-priests-successor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There was once a famous temple, high up in the hills of Assam. The priest of this temple was widely respected and known to be a great scholar. When he grew very old, he started searching for a younger priest who could take charge of the temple after his death. But, much to his dismay, he could not find any suitable person. As the priest lay on his deathbed, he called the trustee of the temple and told him, &amp;ldquo;After my death, make sure that only a &amp;ldquo;human being&amp;rdquo; replaces me as priest of this temple.&amp;rdquo; Saying that the priest died.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>