Zenithians celebrated Navarathri in their houses peacefully thanking Goddess Durga for eliminating evil and restoring peace. This page is meant for kids. Parents ask your kids to read the below story.
"Amma, tell us a story!" cried Pranav, bouncing on the bed. Vainavi nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Their mother, a warm smile gracing her lips, tucked them in.
"Once upon a time," she began, her voice soft and melodious, "in a land filled with vibrant colors and joyful sounds, lived a very powerful demon named Mahishasura.
He was so strong that no god could defeat him!"
"But why couldn't they?" asked Vainavi, her brow furrowed.
"Because he had a special boon," Amma explained. "He could not be killed by any man or god. He was causing a lot of trouble, making everyone unhappy."
"Then what happened?" Pranav chimed in, leaning closer.
"The gods, worried about the world, came together and prayed. From their collective powers, a magnificent goddess emerged.
Her name was Durga, and she was radiant, powerful, and fearless!"
"Wow!" Pranav exclaimed, imagining the scene.
"Durga rode on a fierce lion and carried many weapons given to her by the gods.
She bravely faced Mahishasura. A great battle ensued, lasting for nine days and nine nights!"
"Nine days? That's so long!" Vainavi gasped.
"It was indeed, my dear," Amma smiled. "On the tenth day, Goddess Durga finally defeated Mahishasura, restoring peace and happiness to the world.
"Is that why we celebrate Navaratri?" Pranav asked, connecting the dots.
"Exactly, my clever boy! Navaratri means 'nine nights,' and during these nine nights, we celebrate Goddess Durga and her victory over evil. It reminds us that good always triumphs over evil.
"Amma, remember Navaratri in our apartment?" Vainavi asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Of course, I do!" Amma laughed. "It was so lively! Everyone came together.
"The pandal was so colorful!" Pranav added, "And the huge Durga Maa idol was amazing!"
"Yes, and remember the aarti every evening?
Pranav, you loved ringing the bells!" Amma chuckled.
"And the Prasad! The laddoos were my favorite," Vainavi exclaimed, licking her lips at the memory.
"Everyone dressed up in such beautiful traditional clothes," Amma recalled. "The ladies in their vibrant sarees and the men in their kurtas."
"And the Garba and Dandiya nights!" Pranav burst out, mimicking a dance step. "It was so much fun! Even you danced, Amma!"
Amma smiled. "It's wonderful how everyone, young and old, comes together to celebrate.
Happy reading!