In my family, we always eat together and play together, but most importantly, we do satsang together. My family teaches me how to make proper and interesting stories and paragraphs. We do ghar sabha, and I get to read the prasangs, and after we say the sumapam shlok, we play a little game. In my family, we keep everything clean and tidy so that it looks spectacular. Sometimes I get bored, so I might read, draw, paint, or colour. I also love playing the piano, harmonica, guitar, and flute.
Archa (9)
Sydney, NSW, Australia
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My favorite story from the Ramayan is the one where Ram went into exile. While he was just beginning his exile, his brother Bharat was away at his uncle’s house. When he got home, he heard that his brothers Ram and Lakshman had gone out in exile and that he was to be the new king. Instead of being overjoyed, he was grief-stricken because his brothers were to be away for fourteen years. So he went out in search of Ram and Lakshman. When he found them, he said, “Brothers, please come home with me so I can crown you rightful king of Ayodhya.” Instead of saying yes, Ram said no because his father wished for him to go into exile. So Bharat agreed on one condition — he would rule till Ram came back and placed his slippers on the throne, marking that Ram was still king.
Isha Patel (10)
Atlanta, Georgia, United States
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I learned from it to never give up.
Khushaan Andani (9)
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
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My favorite story from the Ramayan is when Ravan takes Sita from the cave. The moral of this story is that we should stay in our own Lakshman Rekha and listen to our elders.
Arohi Patel (10)
Eden Prairie, Minnesota, United States
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My favorite story from the Ramayan is when Hanuman goes to Lanka to find Sita. What I love about it is how at first, he actually forgets how powerful he is. He’s doubting himself, like “Can I even do this?” And then Jambavan reminds him, and suddenly Hanuman’s like, “Oh yeah, I can do this,” and he takes that giant leap across the ocean. The lesson I take from that is really simple but important: sometimes we forget our own strength. We underestimate ourselves, and it takes either someone else’s encouragement or just a moment of realization to remember what we’re capable of. After that, things that felt impossible suddenly feel doable.
Kritika Tripathi (12)
Nagpur, Maharashtra, India
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