Guddu hated fairy tales. Even though his parents told him such spectacular and funny stories, he still couldn’t sleep peacefully, having terrible nightmares. He woke up every morning with great regret, his eyes still swollen, and went to

Luckily, it was close to his home, so the boy walked there alone. It was an old house with huge windows. Guddu peeked into one of them and could see that there were many books scattered everywhere, and they all seemed to be full of dust. �

The woman kept looking over the boy’s head, with sad, knowing eyes, sketching a slight smile. “Sit down next to me,” the woman indicated to Guddu, “I want to ask you a favour.” Guddu was not amused by the lady’s suggestion, b

Guddu woke up, and it was a beautiful morning that day. The birds were singing happily, and the breeze was rustling the thin branches of the trees. Everything indicated that it was going to be a good day. After eating a delicious breakfas

Guddu and his mother were padding down the street on a sunny day. Nearby was a beautiful park where parents used to take their children to play every day. “Mamma, I’d like to go to the park for a while,” Guddu said. “It’s okay,

“Do you want to play with us?” Someone asked Guddu. When he turned to see who had spoken to him, he realised that it was a smaller boy looking at him with great curiosity. “Yes!” Guddu said, “Where are the others?” The littl

One day, on his way home from school, Guddu was creeping near the park. Birds were singing. Squirrels were running among the branches of the trees. Waves of fresh air were filling the nostrils. After walking on, Guddu reached his home. His

Guddu didn’t know what to say; he loved his aunt. She was a tall woman who always smiled and listened to others, plus she talked about interesting things. There was only one problem: her son, Raj, who was an irritating boy! “Oh, that�