
Letter from author Harshikaa Udasi Dear young readers, Guess how I woke up this morning? Fii fii fii fii fii fiyum fiyum… Two weeks ago, when I was sitting in the rush city of Mumbai, if I had heard that sound, I would have surely thought it was my phone ringing with someone on the other side waiting to ask me about work. Mumbai is the sort of city that doesn’t let anybody walk or take a stroll. We are forever running. You know, right, how everyone keeps running from one place to another – moms, dads, uncles, aunts, teachers, even you? But since March 16, my phone is pushed away to one corner of my house. So peculiar sounds mean only few things to me – either my son is calling out my name, or my tummy is making noises and asking for food, or there is a new bird whose lovely voice is echoing through my house. So when I woke up today, I rushed, not to work but to our backyard! I am writing to you from a small town called Deolali which is in Nas...