The adventures of Sundari Pari, Mira and Angad
High up in the Himalayan mountains lives a fairy, her name is Sundari Pari. Her small, sweet, stone house is set in a garden that is filled with flowers, trees and lots of animals. She can see snow covered peaks from her home.
She has a beautiful kind face. Her wings are like dragonflies - strong. She likes to see everyone happy, in her garden, the animals, birds, insects and reptiles and also happiness for everyone in the world.
But a wicked magician has put a spell on her. She cannot wave her wand and make everyone's troubles go away. The only way the spell can be broken is, if a young sister and brother come at night to her garden and kiss her wand.
The wicked magician knows that all children are fast asleep at night. Sundari Pari had not been able to find any children to come to her garden in the cold night.
Sundari Pari's garden has a lot of birds with broken wings, rabbits with hurt paws, monkeys and little mice with stomachaches. The monkeys and mice had eaten unripened apples and pears, food that their parents had told them to stay away from. And there was even an old green snake that could barely move out of his hole to enjoy the sunshine.
Sundari Pari had flown many times around the world, flapping her wings, knocking on many windows but no children had heard her knock.
On her last trip flying high in the starlit sky she looked down and way down in a valley there was a light shinning. As she flew closer she saw that it came from the window of a small cozy house that lay in the middle of a garden full of flowers and an orchard laden with fruit. The house was painted a bright yellow and had sky blue windows. This looks like a fun house, she thought.
She looked in and saw a room with two beds, a boy and girl were sitting on their beds reading books. She looked at her watch and realized it was quite late. Strange, no other lights were on in the house, and no grownups around, telling them that it was late and they should be asleep.
Softly she settled on the outside window ledge and gently fluttered her wings against the glass pane. She did not want to frighten the children. But they could not hear her, so the next time she fluttered her wings a little more strongly. The older child, the girl looked up saw Sundari Pari and with a big smile jumped out of her bed and pushed open the window.
As Sundari Pari flew into their room it seemed to Mira that hundred's of fireflies had entered the room. Mira threw her hands up in delight and said, “Angad see, she's come, our Sundari Pari has finally come”.
She has a beautiful kind face. Her wings are like dragonflies - strong. She likes to see everyone happy, in her garden, the animals, birds, insects and reptiles and also happiness for everyone in the world.
But a wicked magician has put a spell on her. She cannot wave her wand and make everyone's troubles go away. The only way the spell can be broken is, if a young sister and brother come at night to her garden and kiss her wand.
The wicked magician knows that all children are fast asleep at night. Sundari Pari had not been able to find any children to come to her garden in the cold night.
Sundari Pari's garden has a lot of birds with broken wings, rabbits with hurt paws, monkeys and little mice with stomachaches. The monkeys and mice had eaten unripened apples and pears, food that their parents had told them to stay away from. And there was even an old green snake that could barely move out of his hole to enjoy the sunshine.
Sundari Pari had flown many times around the world, flapping her wings, knocking on many windows but no children had heard her knock.
On her last trip flying high in the starlit sky she looked down and way down in a valley there was a light shinning. As she flew closer she saw that it came from the window of a small cozy house that lay in the middle of a garden full of flowers and an orchard laden with fruit. The house was painted a bright yellow and had sky blue windows. This looks like a fun house, she thought.
She looked in and saw a room with two beds, a boy and girl were sitting on their beds reading books. She looked at her watch and realized it was quite late. Strange, no other lights were on in the house, and no grownups around, telling them that it was late and they should be asleep.
Softly she settled on the outside window ledge and gently fluttered her wings against the glass pane. She did not want to frighten the children. But they could not hear her, so the next time she fluttered her wings a little more strongly. The older child, the girl looked up saw Sundari Pari and with a big smile jumped out of her bed and pushed open the window.
As Sundari Pari flew into their room it seemed to Mira that hundred's of fireflies had entered the room. Mira threw her hands up in delight and said, “Angad see, she's come, our Sundari Pari has finally come”.
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