Story 1: Mithu Mango and the Monsoon Magic

In the colourful town of Phal-Sabzi Nagar, where fruits and vegetables lived together in harmony, the monsoon was about to begin. The skies were cloudy, and the cool breeze danced through the banana leaves.

Mithu Mango, the sweetest and juiciest mango in town, was doing somersaults on the tree. “Wheee! Rain’s coming, everyone!” he shouted, juicy drops flying off him like sparks.

Bindi Bai, always neat and tidy with her green bangles jingling, looked up from her broom. “Mithu, stop swinging! What if you fall and get chutney-fied?”

Just then, Tamatar Tinku, red as ever and always ready for drama, burst onto the scene. “BREAKING NEWS!” he yelled. “A rainbow is forming and Mithu wants to FLY up and catch it!”

Mithu giggled, “No Tinku, I just want to taste a raindrop! I’ve heard it’s magical!”

Suddenly, the first raindrop fell. SPLASH! Right on Lassan Lala’s shiny bald head.

Lala grumbled, “Arrey rain! Now my garlic perfume will wash off!”

The rain began pouring. Mithu danced on the branch, Bindi Bai did garba in her courtyard, Tinku tried catching raindrops with his mouth, and even serious old Aloo Kaka put out his umbrella-hat and hummed a tune.

As the rainbow stretched across the sky, Mithu looked around and said, “You know what’s better than catching a rainbow? Enjoying it with all of you!”

And from that day, whenever it rained in Phal-Sabzi Nagar, everyone gathered at Mithu’s tree to celebrate the Monsoon Magic with music, dance, and masala chai for all (even for veggie-folk!).