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Priya Sanjay Tandon

God’S Creation

Diva, was God gifted, she had a good hand at painting. It was her passion and she enjoyed wielding the brush effortlessly over her canvas. One day, she started working on a canvas, having nothing particular in mind. Ideas started flowing and within minutes she had made a skeleton sketch

Guidance

Actually, this is not really a story. This is a beautiful interpretation of the word ‘guidance’, which I happened to come across. It is very aptly said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. So too, reading between the lines or between the alphabets, as in this case

Hero Or Zero!

Hero Or Zero!

Many years ago there was a Gurukul in a forest in India. Bava was the favourite student of his teacher at the Gurukul Class. When he finished his education, he came to take leave of his teacher. The teacher blessed him and gave him a piece of paper on which

Jai Shri Ram

Jai Shri Ram

Sanjay always went to the temple on Tuesday evening to offer sweets to the Lord. Thereafter he would distribute them to the poor people lined up outside the Temple. He would occasionally take chocolates, biscuits or sweets to give to these people. He felt good, giving them things that they

Blistering Barnacles

Blistering Barnacles

Saloni had just bought her six year old son Sakal a comic book of the famous ‘Tintin’. The boy was an avid reader and enjoyed reading books. Later in the evening, Saloni and her son were walking along the harbour, where-in a number of ships were anchored. Sakal said, “Mama,

Self Esteem

A young prince was kidnapped by willful kinsmen. The kidnappers bound him and took him away to a tribal village in a remote area, far far away from his own territory. In an effort to defile him physically, mentally and morally, they performed inhuman atrocities on his body and mind.

God Heard You

God Heard You

Sheba sat down to have dinner with her family. Her father, as was the custom, led the prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord, while her mother, brother and Sheba, closed their eyes and folded their hands in unison. They reiterated a SHALOKA in Sanskrit and they never forgot to do