A gentle journey through an endless forest, where small encounters spark big lessons.
For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write stories for children—simple stories that are not only fun, but quietly carry lessons about kindness, honesty, and trusting yourself.
This is the beginning of that journey
🌿 “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” is a slow-growing series where a boy and his parrot wander through a long, never-ending forest road—meeting new friends, noticing small things, and learning gently along the way.
It’s not polished or perfect—but it’s me, and it’s honest.
📖 Story 17 – Mukshi and the Man with the Rope
🏡 Banana. Water. No Hurry. “Banana. Water. No hurry today,” Amma said, tying Mukshi’s bag. She was peeling drumsticks slowly. One by one. Her eyes were soft today. Not sleepy. Just soft. Mukshi tied his shoes slowly. Daksh blinked from the window. That meant: “Time to go.” 🚲 A Quiet Ride The forest road felt…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 16 – Mukshi and the Stuck Goat
☀️ The Pause Before the Ride Amma was peeling small onions.Her eyes were wet, but not from crying. Mukshi tied his shoelaces.Daksh blinked from the roof’s edge. “That means yes?”Daksh blinked again.“That means yes… again,” Mukshi smiled. Amma handed the bag.“Banana. No shortcuts through the thorny slope.” 🚲 A Goat in a Tangle They rode…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 15 – Mukshi and the Honest Pocket
☀️ The Drop and the Thought Amma was stitching something by the window.A needle in her mouth.She was mending an old cloth. Maybe a memory. Mukshi tied his shoelaces slowly. Daksh blinked from the shelf.“That means yes?” Mukshi asked.Daksh blinked again.“That means yes… again,” Mukshi smiled. Amma handed the bag.“One banana. And tell the truth,…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 14 – Mukshi and the Bottle in the Wind
☀️ One Sock, One Breeze Amma was drying socks on the line.One flew off. Mukshi caught it mid-air and held it like a treasure. Daksh blinked twice from the gate. “That means yes?”Daksh blinked again. “That still means yes.” Amma handed the bag.“One banana. Bottle’s full. Nothing extra.” 🚲 A Crinkle by the Fence They…
Click here to keep ReadingStory 13 – The Coin in the Sand
☀️ The Morning With Sand Amma was sweeping the veranda.The sound was soft, like sand scratching a drum. Mukshi tied his shoes quietly.Daksh blinked once, then again. “That means we’re not late,” Mukshi said.Daksh blinked again. That meant yes. Amma handed him the bag.“Don’t collect anything shiny,” she said. 🚲 The Man by the Gate…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 12 – Mukshi and the Laugh in the Wind
☀️ The Shirt with a Smell Amma was folding Appa’s old shirt.It smelled like warm sun and old soap. Mukshi tied his shoelaces slowly. Daksh blinked twice from the windowsill.That meant: Yes. “That means yes?” Mukshi asked. Daksh blinked again. That meant: Still yes. Amma handed him the bag. ⸻ 🚲 The Empty Road The…
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☀️ The Last Shirt Amma was folding the last shirt when Mukshi stepped out.His shoes were already dusty from yesterday. Daksh blinked twice from the stool. “Already ready?” Mukshi asked. Daksh blinked again. That meant yes. Amma handed him the bag.“One banana. No snacks today. Come back before the sun moves past the neem tree.”…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 10: The Tree That Was Missing
(A memory, a small ride, and a promise that starts small) 🌿 A Morning with Appa One Sunday morning, Mukshi sat beside Appa, tying his shoelaces slowly.“Want to come for a ride?” Appa asked. Mukshi nodded. Daksh blinked. That meant: “Yes.” This time, Amma packed an extra water bottle and one big banana.“Take the forest…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 9: Mukshi and the Steps He Didn’t Skip
🌤️ A New Path The sky was light, but not bright. Morning dew still clung to the leaves.Mukshi stood near the curve in the road where the tall trees began. He looked at Daksh, who blinked once.That meant: “We go slow today.” They didn’t rush.Mukshi didn’t pedal fast like some days.He rode gently, eyes open—not…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 8: Mukshi and the Stepping Stones
🌞 Another Morning The sky was clear. The breeze smelled like mango leaves. Mukshi woke up early, just like always.He cleaned his little table, packed a banana in his bag, and smiled at Daksh.“Ready?” he asked. Daksh blinked. That meant: “Always.” 🌿 A Winding Path Today, they turned onto a part of the forest road…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 7: Mukshi and the Smile That Stayed
🌤️ A Quiet Start That morning, Mukshi didn’t feel very talkative.He ate slowly. He didn’t even chase the butterfly near the window.Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “Let’s ride. It might help.” 🚲 The Forest Road Again They rode quietly through the soft green road.The forest was fresh. Birds chirped gently.Nothing big. Nothing loud. Just… calm.…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 6: Mukshi and the Morning Gift
🌅 A Special Day It was early morning. The sun was still yawning behind the hills. Mukshi opened his eyes slowly, then smiled. “It’s my birthday,” he whispered. Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “I know.” 🛕 A Gentle Start Amma gave Mukshi a small bowl of sweet rice.Appa smiled and said, “You’ve grown a little…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 5: Mukshi and the Buffalo by the River
🌅 A Morning with Questions Mukshi and Daksh rode along the forest path.The sun was slow. The road was quiet. “I wonder if we’ll find anything today,” Mukshi said. Daksh blinked once. That meant: “Let’s see.” 🌊 A New Stop They heard the sound of water. “A river!” Mukshi smiled. They followed the sound and…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 4: Mukshi and the Fruit That Was Shared
🌟 It was a calm morning.Mukshi woke up and smiled. “Today is Amma and Appa’s wedding day,” he whispered to Daksh.Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “Let’s do something.” 🥜 A Thoughtful Ride Mukshi packed a small box with a few bananas”One for you,” he told Daksh,”And the others for someone we meet.” They rode slowly…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 3: Mukshi and the Quiet Little Plant
🌱 It was a sunny morning.Mukshi cleaned his bicycle and packed his bottle.Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “Let’s go.” As they rode past the small shops and the temple bell,the trees got taller, and the road became soft and silent. 🚲☀️🌳⋯ ⋯ ⋯ 🌿 A Tiny Surprise Just before a bend, Mukshi saw something green.A…
Click here to keep Reading📖 Story 2: Mukshi and the Big Yellow Leaf
🌅 A cool breeze came early that morning.In the village, banana leaves moved gently.A cow sneezed. A dog barked once, then slept again. Mukshi smiled.”It’s a good day.”Daksh, the green parrot, blinked.That meant, “Let’s go.” They packed a small snack—some rice balls Amma made,and water in an old pickle bottle.Then off they went. 🚲🌿🏡⋯ ⋯…
Click here to keep ReadingStory 1 – The Day Daksh Spoke 👦🚲🦜
From “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” Series For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write stories for children—simple stories that are not only fun, but quietly carry lessons about kindness, honesty, and trusting yourself. This is the beginning of that journey 🌿 “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” is a slow-growing series where…
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Lekshmana Perumal Murugan 