Pockets and the Magic of Golden Gloves
One bright, sunny morning, Pockets sat by the village stream, dreaming about the legendary Golden Gloves. These weren’t just any gloves—magical gloves that made anyone kinder, more polite, and respectful. It was said that if you wore them every day, with one finger at a time, and kept them clean by being truthful and kind, […]
Mukur and the Missing Lunchbox
One Monday morning, Mukur was especially excited. Her mother had made her favorite—vegetable paratha rolls with mango pickle! She tucked the lunchbox carefully into her school bag and marched off to school, humming her favorite tune. Classes went by quickly. As soon as the lunch bell rang, Mukur reached into her bag—only to freeze. “My […]
Pockets and the Parade of Patience
The morning of the big Parade of Patience had finally arrived, and Pockets bounced out of bed like toast popping from a toaster. His overalls—patched and a little too big—swung as he raced to the window. The town square was already buzzing with preparations. He threw on his tall, striped hat and rushed out the […]
Pockets and His Faith
Pockets used to count the things that he put into his pockets. Then he would lose count because he kept forgetting how many pockets he had, what items he put where, and in which color pockets? So he went to a doctor to see if the doctor could fix the hole in his pockets. The […]
You Can’t Touch Love, Love Touches You
Pockets believed all important things should fit in a pocket. He tried to pocket a sunbeam—whoosh. It slipped through his fingers, warm and bright, but gone in an instant. He tried to catch a breeze—whoooo. It tickled his nose, teasing, before darting away. He cupped an echo—“Hello!”—but echoes, like memories, don’t sit still. He even […]
Pockets, Kaci, and the Bake Sale
The Saturday sun shone over the school fairgrounds, where a big bake sale was planned. Pockets and Kaci carried a shopping list as long as a mixing spoon: flour, sugar, butter, chocolate chips, and rainbow sprinkles. They headed to Mukur’s Market, humming a cupcake song as they went. Pockets jingled his pockets. “I’ve got three […]
Pockets and the Finish Line
When the town hears about National Running Day, it plans a one-mile race for Saturday. All week, the park buzzes. Helpers set out orange cones. Kids chalk bright arrows on the path. A big white banner that says FINISH flutters over the last stretch. The arrows all point one way around the loop. In this […]
Pockets and the Windy Day
One sunny morning, Mukur saw Pockets bend down to pick up a candy wrapper from the grass. “Why do you do that?” Mukur asked. Pockets smiled. “The ground is not a trash can,” he said. “I will carry it until I find one.” “But isn’t it yucky?” asked Mukur. “I have this little bag,” Pockets […]
Pockets and the Milkman
In the good old days, when Pockets was growing up in a quiet suburban neighborhood, everyone knew each other by name and what they did for a living. Mr. Kurt Miller was the neighborhood social service agent. He made sure the streets stayed clean and the park stayed tidy, and he always had a friendly […]
Pockets goes to the Barbershop
Pockets knows everyone, the Pizza man, Doctor Tom, new friends in the hospital, Miss Linda, Hayley, Pockettes, the guys he met at the Basketball court. He met so many people in his lifetime stories that you are reading. And his adventure is not over it’s just getting started. Pockets is here to teach you the […]