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:) : Mixed feelings - a short story to talk about feelings - Life skills

:) : Ridhi is 5 years old and lives with her Appa, Amma in a flat in Indra Nagar. Ridhi’s Ajji had come to stay with them for some time and Ridhi was having a great time playing with Ajji and listening to her stories. But today Ridhi was feeling very sad. Ridhi missed her Amma. It was 3 days since Amma had gone to the hospital. “ Ajji How long to wait for Amma? When will she come back from the hospital with Appa.“ Has the baby come out from Amma’s stomach? I thought her stomach would burst with the baby becoming bigger and bigger inside” “You know Ajji I think a Baby is like cake.   I wait and wait and watch the cake mix growing bigger and bigger in the oven and then Ting the oven makes a sound and the cake is ready to take out, no?. I think Babies are like that – they have to become bigger inside the tummy and then finally one day they are ready to come out. “Ting”.  The doctor takes the baby from inside Amma and the Baby is ready like a cake...but ....but...only one

Crocodile Craves Chocolates - a story about Food Craving!!

This is a story written for Muktha Foundation Life Skills Programme, which talks about Food Craving and what it did to Very Hungry Crocodile! Once upon a time there was a Very Hungry Crocodile.  He lived in a river filled with all the delicious and yummy food that crocodiles like to eat - yes!  ...fishes and crabs and all that swims and is fishy.  But Very Hungry Crocodile did not like all this. He had a deep deep wish to eat Chocolates-  big big bars of chocolates and Chips - crispy crispy chips. You can ask me “How does a Crocodile know about chocolates and chips?” Let me tell you that in the river humans had thrown packets of chips and chocolates  and he had licked every one of the chocolate wrapper and the salty chips.  Now he did not want to eat anything else. He wanted to eat only Chocolate and Chips.  That night Very Hungry Crocodile prayed to the River fairy.  “Please change all the fishes to chocolate and all the crabs to chips packets”. The River Fairy w

Being Helpless and Finding Strength - Sowmya | Mother's Love Motivationa...

Here is the You Tube link for my story: Being Helpless and Finding Strength - Sowmya | Mother's Love Motivation... My connection with Amma through a story I tell Please click on the title to watch and do leave your comments on the Video Thanks sowmya

Happy World Storytelling Day 2019 - "StoryCare is inseperable from Health Care" - Dan Yashinsky

Happy World Storytelling Day! "storycare is inseparable from healthcare" ~ Dan Yashinsky What is the story you choose to carry within you - that cares for all of humanity? Tell me. Share it with me. There is an Italian version and a Scottish version, yet I like what is retold by Dan Yashinsky in this version from the Arabian Nights. ( Taken from the Diving in the Moon - Honoring Story Facilitating Healing Journal 2016 of HSA) Mine is: The Happy Man's Shirt. A king had a son who was so sad that all he did was stare at the wall of his bedroom as he lay in bed. (Many heads nodded at this description. “The bed is your enemy,” one patient said to another.) Finally an old wise woman came to the palace and told the king that she knew what could heal his prince. “Go,” she said, “and search your kingdom for a happy man. Borrow his shirt. When your son wears the shirt of a happy man, he, too, will remember how to feel happy.”

Indra's Net - what makes a Healing Story?

The Story of Indra’s Net Let us travel into a far, far land, even upto the heavens. There you see Indra's palace. It will take you a while to drink in the splendor of the palace from outside. Be ready and sure that you want to step inside; and when you are sure nd ready to enter that palace, remove your slippers outside, fold your hands in gratitude and enter.  There within you will be astonished for the roof of the palace is adorned by a net, a net that stretches beyond your vision, perhaps even beyond infinity. Each of it's fine threads meet at a node and every node carries a jewel, a gem. So what you see is a net studded with a million jewels, each the size of a walnut. They glitter and shine and reflect their perfection and their completeness. If you step closer you will see that each of these jewels are connected to the one next to and beside them by a thin gossamer silken thread. Do not be deceived, they may look fragile, but these threads are

Joy Ride - a short story

Joy Ride The door closed silently as he watched mesmerised. Everything looked bright and shiny. Mother pushed him to the seat, but he clung on to the central rod and watched mother’s hands glide down the metal rod running along the roof. He lifted his hand and pointed to the rod. Mother lifted him up and he held on, swinging from the rod like spiderman. A wide smile broke out on his face as he hung on, oblivious to the announcements that were made rhythmically. The seats were all full and mother had to just stand there next to him till their stop arrived, but she did not mind. The metro train glided smoothly into the station and doors swooshed open once again. Mother signed the name of the station to him with her fingers as they stepped carefully across the open automatic door and onto the Indra Nagar platform. He had so many questions to ask. She signed back patiently, knowing his curious, alert mind needed to be kept engaged. He would not move from there till he