Playful Boondi is a little drop of water who rolls and tumbles in the river. One hot day he feels himself being lifted up, up, up into the sky into a big, heavy cloud. What now?

In My School on the Hill, Ruskin Bond brings us a collection of short stories that remind us of the beauty, the excitement, the joy, the confusion and the love we felt as schoolgoing children. From cricket matches in random empty fields, to Boy Scouts adventures, to finding peace in the quiet school library - this book has something for anyone looking for a moment of joy.

Bahadur the elephant is very sleepy, but has forgotten how to sleep. He asks his animal friends to help and discovers that they all sleep in different ways.

Story about a little boy and a little charmed girl who imagined story that sensitively explores the reality of exile and the longing for home.

Do roosters sing ragas? This one does but like all true artistes discovers it after a lot of struggle! Every time he opens his mouth he has a new tune but not the kukaroo-kuroo of the other roosters. His friends skip and stretch, stamp and roll and try to teach him.

Sky monkeys like nothing better than to float for hours. Then one day, a naughty little sky monkey does something most unskymonkeylike and there is a huge hullabaloo up above. What does she do that upsets everybody so much?

It's 2020 and children are stuck indoors as the novel coronavirus finds its way into India. A nationwide lockdown is announced and amidst the growing crisis, Ajja and Ajji welcome their grandchildren and Kamlu Ajji into their house in Shiggaon. From stitching masks, sharing household chores, preparing food for workers to losing themselves in timeless tales, the lockdown turns into a memorable time for the children as they enter the enchanting world...

As soon as Binya saw the blue umbrella, she wanted it so badly that she was willing to give up her lucky leopard's claw pendant in exchange. Non on in the village had such a fine umbrella, and everywhere Binya went, the umbrella went too. There were many who envied Binya her treasured possession, and the most envious of them all was old Ram Bharosa, the shopkeeper, who decided that he must own the blue umbrella, by means fair or foul.