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Priya Sanjay Tandon

The Best Kind Of Devotee

The Best Kind Of Devotee

Time and again we came across stories in our scriptures telling us about who a good devotee is. This is one we just loved. Krishna was asked by a man, “What kind of devotee is the best kind?” Sitting by a riverside, Krishna asked the man to fetch a pebble

The Real Santa Claus

Christmas was round the corner. But instead of being excited, I was disturbed when my classmates tried to convince me this morning that Santa Claus was not real after all. I felt my little world crumbling before me. How could there be Christmas without Santa? As my Dad drove me

A Teacher’s Magic

A Teacher’s Magic

All 34 of my students in my first third grade class were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. What impressed me so much, though, was his

If You Honour Your Mother, The Mother Of The Universe Will Guard You Against Harm!

Bhishma was a mighty warrior; he was famous for the grandeur and glory that he won, through both detachment and Divine Grace. In the vicinity of his Kingdom, Bhishma once had to encounter a person called Gadadhara. This man had undergone severe austerity and received from God as a reward

Draupadi’s Saree

Draupadi’s Saree

The epic Mahabharata has myriad incidents in it that provide us with food for thought. The game of dice was being played between the Kauravas and the Pandavas. One by one, Yudhistara, the eldest Pandava, lost everything that he put at stake in the game of dice. He lost even

Weakness Or Strength?

This is the story of a 10-year-old boy who decided to study Judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese Judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after

Kalpagiri’S Life Sentence-A True Story

Kalpagiri’S Life Sentence-A True Story

Kalpagiri committed cold blooded murder but managed to escape the police of the area. Like a slimy snake he slithered silently to the Himalayas and donned the flame coloured robes of a monk. He hopped from one Dharamsala to another, trying to drown his guilt pangs in the din of