<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Language Arts on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/language-arts/</link><description>Recent content in Language Arts 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/language-arts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Babolito</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/babolito/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Nov 2002 04:15:30 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/babolito/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mohanty ma&amp;rsquo;am was teaching the class five students of Arya Wonderland about similes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;As beautiful as?&amp;rdquo; she asked, looking at the students.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The rose, the Taj Mahal, Aishwarya Rai&amp;hellip;.&amp;rdquo; There were several shouts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And now, as ugly as?&amp;rdquo; Mohanty ma&amp;rsquo;am questioned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a pause then a girl said in a loud and clear voice: &amp;ldquo;As ugly as Sarita.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were a few giggles, a couple of sniggers and then laughter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarita felt herself burning with shame and pain as all eyes turned towards her, bored into her, making her feel exposed. She hid her face in her hands and wept.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Opposite</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/opposite/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 1999 09:18:48 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/poems-for-kids/opposite/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;If everything was opposite&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why, less would be more.&lt;br&gt;
The poor will be rich&lt;br&gt;
And the rich will be poor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aeroplanes fly underground&lt;br&gt;
Ships sail up in the sky.&lt;br&gt;
Two will be single&lt;br&gt;
One will be a pair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The tortoise, runs fast&lt;br&gt;
The hare, runs slow.&lt;br&gt;
The green light means stop&lt;br&gt;
The red light means go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If things were opposite&lt;br&gt;
I would be you&lt;br&gt;
And you would be me.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	

	
		
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