It was Mo’s birthday. She was going to be having a party after school.

One does not really need the spiritual might of a Swami Vivekananda to inspire the youth. Even a little girl who left behind her thoughts in a diary can have a lasting influence on the way one thinks, feels and behaves in life.

Half-way up the plant Betty, the beetle, tried to go back down — but, oh, dear, she couldn’t move!

It was the twins’ first day at playschool and Luke was really excited about it. But, his sister Kerry wasn’t so sure… What happened at playschool anyway? They were met at the door by Miss Moss, a large, jolly lady with long, dark hair done up in a plait and shiny black shoes that squeaked as she walked.

To me, the pen was symbolic of Appa’s blessings. To him, it was just another pen. But, perhaps, he knew what I felt about it, in his heart of hearts.