<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Personal Stories on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/personal-stories/</link><description>Recent content in Personal Stories 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/personal-stories/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Boy Who Could Do Nothing Right!</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/the-boy-who-could-do-nothing-right/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 21:06:32 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/non-fiction-for-kids/features-for-kids/the-boy-who-could-do-nothing-right/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Do you know of anyone who stumbles on a flat stretch of road, or walks into chairs and tables all the time? I knew one such boy. His name was Tarun. I met him in the hill retreat of Shimla in the northern Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. I had gone there for a holiday some time ago.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	

	
		
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&lt;p&gt;For a nine-year-old Tarun was tall. Since he was much taller than his classmates, he would hunch his shoulders to appear smaller. His arms and legs were loose and he always seemed to have trouble walking straight. It seemed as if his arms and limbs were not ready to go along with the rest of the body. So much so that the joke in school was that no one knew whether Tarun was coming or going. On any given day there would be one or more bruises on his body from walking into table corners or closing the door on his hand. Prince of the Clumsy Kingdom was what everyone called him. Tarun was miserable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>