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The Mango Tree and the Sparrow Friendship

The Little Star Who Was Afraid of the Dark Pan India See all Nanhe Sitare →

Padhna Seekho 7 – 12

Tenali Raman and the Cats Wisdom

The Monkey and the Crocodile Friendship See all Padhna Seekho →

Kisse Kahani 13 – 17

The Blue Bicycle North India

The Girl Who Collected Rain Nature See all Kisse Kahani →

Bachpan Diaries 18 – 40

The Cricket Match on the Rooftop Friendship

Summer Holidays at Nani Ghar North India See all Bachpan Diaries →

Yaadein 40+

The Last Diwali at the Old House North India

My Father's Radio Pan India See all Yaadein →

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We did not know at the time that it would be the last Diwali in that house. These things are never announced in advance.

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Yaadein · 3 min read

The Last Diwali at the Old House

Festivals

We did not know at the time that it would be the last Diwali in that house. These things are never announced in advance.

Manoj Rajput Jun 10

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My father's radio was a Philips transistor — dark brown bakelite with a round dial and a little orange needle that moved when you turned the tuning knob. It sat on the shelf above the desk in his study, next to a bottle of Parker ink and a small brass Ganesh that had been given to him by his own father.

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Yaadein · 3 min read

My Father's Radio

Family

My father's radio was a Philips transistor — dark brown bakelite with a round dial and a little orange needle that moved when you turned the tuning knob. It sat on the shelf above the desk in his study, next to a bottle of Parker ink and a small brass Ganesh that had been given to him by his own father.

Manoj Rajput Jun 9

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