Or maybe there is a planet called heaven which shares our Moon uncle as the satellite.Įach month we get a new mythological story from Moon Uncle. Don't know if heaven too is on earth itself. He has been observing the deeds of human beings as well as Gods. No wonder we call him the satellite of our planet. Indian Mythologies: Moon Uncle is a keen observer of planet since ages. And in bargain to King Vikram's efforts we get some stories with highlighted morals.Ģ. And at the end of each story, the corpse finds it's way out of the king's clutches. Now as he heads his way towards the palace with the corpse hanging on his back, the wise corpse starts telling a story to the king. Now after a tough fight with the corpse, the king manages to get the corpse in his control. But the ghost in the corpse defies him and flees away from the king's strong clutches. He climbs up the tree, gets the corpse down on his strong shoulder. He has to get a corpse which hangs upside down on a tree. King Vikram walks bravely in the midst of a forest. King Vikram & The Vethal: This is a set of stories which Moon Uncle always has in store for us with nice nice morals. Here are some of the stories, that Moon Uncle has in store for us.ġ. Then starts our story sessions, where Moon Uncle tells us tales of far away lands n' forests n' rivers n' oceans n' ages. Moon Uncle walks graciously and sits on the large rock. We children make ourselves comfortable as we sit flocking around Moon Uncle's large rock. The earthlings are clever enough to conclude that the moon has gone behind the clouds. Hope nobody on earth has by now observed the absence of Moon Uncle in the sky for a while.
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When the large gracious chariot gets full of us, the horses gallop back up in the sky.
Then we collect all our friends including Chintu, Bantu, Montu, Renu, Moni, Sonu, etc, etc. I step out and get sitted in the chariot besides Moon uncle. Soon the chariot halts outside my window. He sits in his chariot and lo' the ponies come galloping towards me. As soon as mom closes the door behind her, Moon uncle jumps with delight. Mom kisses me 'Good Night' as I lay on my back with my eyes staring out of the window towards the moon. Not the lands where Neil Armstrong first landed, but the ones he didn't even imagine of in his wildest imaginations. His smile holds a promise to take me to the dreamlands on the moon. Moon Uncle, Moon Uncle, please take me to the land of tales. That night's memories flashed in my brains as our friend, philosopher and guide GB (ganeshb) wrote a comment on my last review. I recollect one of those lovely nights when Moon Uncle takes me on a trip to his land.
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