Purchased for my daughter. She liked them so much. Keeps them beside her pillow while she sleeps.
High in the lush, rolling hills of the Nilgiris, nestled between tall eucalyptus trees, lived a curious girl named Nilah. Read more.
Nilah’s Appa is a gentle, loving father and the quiet heart of their warm home, nestled on farmlands at the edge of the Nilgiris shola forests. Read more.
Nilah's Amma runs a growing cottage industry that makes pickles and relishes from traditional recipes passed down by her mother. Read more.
Nilah was sitting near the gate when she heard two visitors talking to her Appa.
“They saw a Nilgiri Tahr up on the ridge,” one of them said. Read more.
Thatha forgets things all the time. He forgets where he kept his slippers. He forgets if he added sugar to his tea. Read more.
Paati is full of warmth, mischief, and stories. She adores Nilah and her siblings and always finds ways to spoil them. Read more.
Malai is the one everyone relies on. She doesn’t talk much, if someone loses something, Malai is the one who finds it. Read more.
Malar is Nilah’s younger sister, a vibrant bundle of curiosity, with a heart as open and expansive as the Nilgiris. Read more.
There was a brown dog that had started sleeping near Nilah’s gate. It didn’t bark or chase hens. Read more.
It started with the patch near the cowshed, a small, messy bit of ground where weeds grew fast. Read more.
Nilah’s younger brother and Malar’s twin, Raagu is a burst of energy packed into a mischievous little body. Read more.
Mira sits somewhere right between being the little one and the grown-up. She’s younger than Nilah. Read more.
Nilah noticed it was missing just before bed — her pebble. The small, speckled one she always kept in her pocket. Read more.
It started near the steps. A dry, reddish-brown leaf lifted off the ground and floated past Nilah’s feet. Read more.
It wasn’t really a plan. Nilah just noticed the carrot tops left behind after Amma chopped them. Read more.
Nilah was shading a banyan tree in her notebook when she accidentally used two crayons at once. Read more.
Nilah found the torn page tucked inside an old notebook near the attic window. It had just one strange scribble. Read more.
Behind the cowshed, where the ground was rough with stones and old bits of broken tiles. Read more.
Nilah found a small piece of white chalk under her bed while cleaning. It was a bit dusty but still whole. Read more.
Nilah was playing in the backyard one sunny afternoon when something shiny caught her eye. Read more.
One afternoon, after finishing her homework, Nilah sat outside on the verandah with Puli, her cat. Read more.
In Nilah’s village, the streets were always clean after the rains, but as the sun dried the mud, something unpleasant. Read more.
Nilah had often heard the tourists call them " bisons" but, Paati always corrected saying, "they are Indian gaurs". Read more.
Nilah sat on the porch listening to Paati talk about her childhood walks to school. Read more.
Nilah loved the soft rustling of the Nilgiris forests in the mornings. It was her favorite time to hike. Read more.
Nilah stood on her toes, peering over the kitchen counter where Appa was chopping vegetables. Read more.
Nilah had been looking forward to this picnic all week. The weather had been perfect, and the hills were full. Read more.
It was hot. The kind of hot where even the ground looked sleepy. Nilah decided it was the perfect. Read more.
Behind the cowshed was the chicken coop — a wooden gate, a bit of wire roof, and a small stretch of fence Read more.
Nilah didn’t really know how to make a clay pot. She’d seen them — in shops, in Paati’s kitchen, in stories. Read more.
Nilah didn’t know how to make a paper plane. She’d seen others fold and flick them through the air at school. Read more.