<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Moral Lessons on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/moral-lessons/</link><description>Recent content in Moral Lessons 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/moral-lessons/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Good Turn</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-good-turn/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2003 09:09:35 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-good-turn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every time Gina walked down the lane where she lived, some neighbour or the other would remark that &amp;lsquo;The Brat&amp;rsquo; was off to some place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The six-year-old was the only child of her parents and they spoilt her totally. Even when she was a small child, her parents had never refused her anything. And she, in turn, always made sure that she got what she wanted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day Gina&amp;rsquo;s mother, Nitya Mehta, suddenly noticed that her daughter was not ready to share anything with her friends – be it a book, a toy or something to eat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Magical Sunglasses</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-magical-sunglasses/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2001 15:52:05 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-magical-sunglasses/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a hot summer afternoon during the holidays and Ma was taking a nap. Deepak was bored. He came upon a naughty idea. Boys are like that. When they want to be naughty, they have to be naughty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So Deepak, in his naughty mood, decided to do what Ma had told him never to do. He decided to open Grandpa&amp;rsquo;s black wooden box that lay in the guest-room. It was a lovely old, square box with brass hinges. The whole box was studded with buttons of brass that had tarnished and turned black with age.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>