Its raining Gold !

Chandamama, Oct 2006 Clink! Clunk! What was this falling out of the sky? Little shiny pieces of metal, yellow like the sun. Pooja picked up one of them. ‘Wow!,’ she thought. ‘this is gold! Its raining Gold! A shower like […]

Pilgrimage to Nature

Chandamama, Mar 2005 Mira was only five years old when she first identified a bird correctly. The bright yellow body and the black streak through its eye. She had heard her father name it several times –  a golden oriole. […]