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How did pain and suffering come to this world ?  Let's read and find out. When the world was first created, it was a happy place of light and laughter; there was no such thing as sadness or pain. The sun shone every day and the gods came down from heaven to walk and talk with the humen who lived on the earth. One afternoon, a man called Arya and his wife, Pandora, we're outside, tending to their flower garden when they saw the God Mercury approaching. He was bowed dawn by a dark, wooden chest that he was carrying on his shoulders and he looked hot and tired. Pandora rushed to get the worn out God a cool drink, while Arya helped him lower the chest onto the ground. It was tired with golden cords. My friends, would you do me a great favour? sighed Mercury. It is so hot today and the box is very heavy! May I leave it here while I go on an errand? Of course you can, smiled Arya. Arya and the God heaved the chest indoors. Then Mercury said, No one, under any circumstance...

Who is not afraid of a bat? Almost none of us would like the idea of spending even a minute in a cave with a bat. But do read this interesting folktale in order to realize a few things about this flying mammal. Honey, the king of Cloud Land, celebrated his precious daughter Raki's marriage by calling for a Great Meeting. Honey asked Bat to go to invite Sun and he asked Dove to invite Moon. Dove flew as fast as she could to convey the message and Moon arrived on time. Bat, however, was mischievous and playful. He was distracted by many things on the way. He got talking to Eagle, then decided to have a little snooze before going to Sun and, as usual, oberslept. So when Sun failed to arrive, Honey got suspicious and requested Dove to investigate. Go and find out what has happened, the king ordered Dove. When approached, Sun said he had not been invited at all. So Dove apologised over and over again and requested him to attend the Great Meeting. In the meantime, king Honey ha...

Why is a tree in Arbaz's courtyard so dear to him? Let's read and find out! One day, when Arbaz was six , he walked home from the Massoorie bazaar eating cherries. They were a little sweet, a little sour. They were small bright red cherries, all the way from the velley of kashmir. By the time Arbaz reached his Grandfather's cottage, there were three cherries left. Have a cherry, Dada,'' he said to his Grandfather in the garden. Grandfather took a cherry and Arbaz promptly ate the other two. He kept the last cherry stone in his mouth for a long time, rolling it on his tongue until the tang had gone. Then, he placed the stone on the palm of his hand and studied it. Are cherry stones lucky? he asked. Of course, '' said Grandfather. Then I will keep it. Nothing is lucky if you put it away. You must make it work for you. What can I do with a cherry stone? Plant it!" Arbaz went to a corner of the garden where the earth was soft and yielding...