Grandma Anu and the Banyan Tree

In a village wrapped in golden fields and winding rivers, lived Grandma Anu. She wasn’t like other grandmothers—though she made the best mango pickle and knitted the warmest shawls, she was also the keeper of stories, stories as old as the hills.

Every evening, children gathered under the great banyan tree at the center of the village, where Grandma Anu would sit cross-legged with a copper bowl of puffed rice, ready to share a tale.

One day, her grandson Aarav came running. “Dadi!” he cried. “I failed my test again. I’m not good at anything!”

Grandma Anu gave him a tight hug and said, “Come, let me tell you the story of the Little Tiger Who Couldn’t Roar.”