Drums beating, cymbals clashing, trumpets blowing… the town of Puri by the sea is festive. It is the day of the temple Ratha Jatra and Pria wonders why the idols of Jagannatha, Subhadra and Balabhadra are unlike any other gods she has seen. Some say that’s how Jagannatha looked when he lived deep in the forest, her grandmother tells her. And so starts...
Playtime on the terrace takes a turn when a strong wind sweeps Chhotu off his feet and carries him up and away to the clouds and the birds! The light and lively illustrations whirl us to the sky and back.
Pranav loves to paint pictures — of flowers, cars and mountains in red, blue, green and yellow.But now his book is full! As this ‘artist-in-residence’ searches for his canvas, quirky illustrationsbring to life a favourite childhood pastime!
A boy finds a little seed and plants it. What will grow out of it, he wonders — a tree, a butterfly, a mountain?
It lets you feel and find, climb and plunge, sail and savour and soar… all from your favouritespot.
“This is a story of three things that happened in my school yesterday. I did not understand them. Maybe you will.” An everyday school story about friends and playing, bullying and sharing, takes a gentle turn. For it is told by Manna, and she has Down’s Syndrome. Winner of the 2020 FICCI Publishing Award – Children's Book of the Year – Hindi translation
What happens when a grouchy giant decides to scoop all colour out of the world – from the trees and flowers, from the birds and animals, the fish and the waters? A quaint, fairytale-like story, set amidst magnificent mountains, leafy forests, swirling seas and skies.
“Let’s play house-house!” decide Sunehri and her friends. So they put together some old plates and bowls, empty packets of chips, plastic bottles, a broken helmet… things they’ve collected going about their work in the city on whose streets they live. 2019: Best of Indian Children's Writing: Contemporary Award (English)
Every day Soosaiamma sets off selling things from her cart. And every day little Anbu follows the delicious smells coming from her lunchbox. Does he get anything to eat?
Ostroo the Ostrich wants to tell his story at the Jungle Storytelling Festival but others make fun of him because he stammers. Will he able to tell his story?
Maoo the kitten looks up — and there… above Murali Mama’s jolly smile is something thunderous and black, thick and curly… his moustache! Terrified, Maoo runs away. It takes more encounters with all kinds of moustaches and a few whiskers for his hairy woes to end.
Mati pesters her grandmother and father for her own plot of land in the big field. When she does get it, she works hard. And then she hears that a company wants to make a coal mine in their village – the enormous black pit that will eat up all their lands, like it has in the next village. 2018 Neev Book Award for Best Picture Book (English)
Simple verse captures the who’s who at the zoo and what they are up to! Minimalist illustrations with cleanlines and uncluttered scenes play up animal shapes and sizes as the little girl strolls through the pages.
One me and many friends, one pond and many fishes… So much fun in so many! A book about the one and the many in our world full of differences, with illustrations that capture that world in joyous detail.
“We were late. We were running in the street. We had played in the river, and we had climbed trees...” Everything Amma had said NOT to do! A story of everyday fun that lights up the close bond between a boy and a dog, with clues that gently tell us that the boy is blind. 2018: Best of Indian Children's Writing: Contemporary (English)
Everybody likes Adil Ali but nobody likes his shoes! They are old and worn, patched and sewn. So his friends decide to gift him a pair of shiny brown shoes for Eid. And then begins the problem – his old shoes won’t leave him!
What do Mimi and Gulu see in the sky? Laddoos, flowers, a bear...
Wherever Shabana goes, there goes Kajri the little goat. The two are best friends! But there is a small gnawing problem that Shabana has to solve.
“You shouldn’t trouble black ants, Kuhu. They are god’s little ants,” says Kuhu’s mother, as she stops her from catching a plump, wiggly black ant. If this really is god’s little ant, Kuhu thinks, then it should lead her to where god lives? And so begins little Kuhu’s sprightly search for the answer, as she starts to tail the ant to the most unlikely of...
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