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Priya Sanjay Tandon

I Love My Parents

Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. They lived in Mumbai. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education, both the boys went abroad. The older one, one day told his parents, “Mom and Dad, I have something to share with

Positive Criticism

Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant.

The Poor Man

A man, who was full of self-pity, went to a priest and said, “I am very poor. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. I want to die. Please help me to become rich, or I do not wish to live.” The priest thought for a moment and

The Home Coming

My grandmother once told me a story of four yogis. The first was a Bhakti yogi, one who felt that devotion and love for God in his physical form was the right way to please him. The Bhakta’s emotions ruled his heart and soul. The second was a gyana

The Night Light

An old couple was building a small house for themselves. All their lives they had spent on their children’s upbringing. Now they had discharged all their liabilities, so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for

I Love You, Papa

Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author’s description of a garden in a valley, abloom with

Birbal, Once More!

Emperor Akbar heard the charges of theft against a poor old man. He decided to punish him by making him stand in a pond for a whole night. It was a cold night and the water was icy cold. But the man had to undergo the punishment. Two watchmen stood