<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Kindness Matters on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/kindness-matters/</link><description>Recent content in Kindness Matters 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/kindness-matters/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Count that Day Lost</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/count-that-day-lost/</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2002 10:16:30 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/count-that-day-lost/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;If you sit down at set of sun&lt;br&gt;
And count the acts that you have done,&lt;br&gt;
And, counting, find&lt;br&gt;
One self-denying deed, one word&lt;br&gt;
That eased the heart of him who heard,&lt;br&gt;
One glance most kind&lt;br&gt;
That fell like sunshine where it went –&lt;br&gt;
Then you may count that day well spent&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But if, though all the livelong day,&lt;br&gt;
You&amp;rsquo;ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay –&lt;/p&gt;





	
	
	

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&lt;p&gt;If, through it all&lt;br&gt;
You&amp;rsquo;ve nothing done that you can trace&lt;br&gt;
That brought the sunshine to one face –&lt;br&gt;
No act most small&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Silent Passer-by</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-silent-passer-by/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2002 02:48:15 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-silent-passer-by/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was a child, I didn&amp;rsquo;t have hair on my head, just some stubs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I liked to watch my friends play. I would join them now and then, but I preferred watching.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every day, we would see an old man walking by our playground, carrying an umbrella. He had big ears and a bald head. The moment my friends saw him pass by, they would shout, &amp;ldquo;Hey, deaf and dumb, what&amp;rsquo;s the time?&amp;rdquo; They told me that he could neither hear nor speak.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bridge Builder</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/the-bridge-builder/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 1999 20:09:16 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/the-bridge-builder/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An old man, going a lone highway,&lt;br&gt;
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,&lt;br&gt;
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,&lt;br&gt;
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.&lt;br&gt;
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;&lt;br&gt;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;&lt;br&gt;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,&lt;br&gt;
And built a bridge to span the tide.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;ldquo;Old man,&amp;ldquo;said a fellow pilgrim, near,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;ldquo;You are wasting strength with building here;&lt;br&gt;
Your journey will end with the ending day;&lt;br&gt;
You never again must pass this way;&lt;br&gt;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide –&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gappu – The Brave</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/gappu-the-brave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 1997 13:35:52 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/gappu-the-brave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In a busy town in south India was a zoo. In it lived a hippopotamus whose name was Gappu. Gappu was a kind and gentle creature who loved children. However the children always made fun of him and this made him very sad. &amp;ldquo;See how ugly that creature is.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, it has such a thick, oily skin and such a horrible face.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Isn’t it slow, fat and stupid looking?&amp;rdquo; The kids would yell to each other making faces at poor Gappu. The hippopotamus would listen to all this and shed silent tears.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>