“What will happen if I add up all the numbers in the world?” “Is there a last number?” A toddler captivated by patterns... A little boy filling his slate with numbers, rubbing them out with his elbow and starting again... A teenager solving complex maths problems... A young man matching the best minds in Cambridge... Bringing the story of brilliant mathematician Srinivasa Ramanujan to children, the book follows his singular fascination with numbers! Satwik Gade’s strong visuals evoke the mind and world of a genius, to whom numbers “made patterns only he could see”.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

Yasmin’s home is a tin box, burning hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. But Dubki, her stray dog friend, has no home at all. How unfair! So Yasmin decides to build one for Dubki, just like she has seen her Ammi and Abbu build for others. A heart-tugging story on a child’s idea of home, centred round a family of migrant workers who construct big houses while living in hovels themselves, displaced and longing for their own home far away. Told in the voice of little Yasmin, it speaks straight to the child reader. Illustrations evoke a gentle glow of joy and hope.

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When a Somnath University professor sends a desperate plea for help, journalist Pia Jani and her childhood friend Aditya Narayan are pulled into a battle of wits and stealth to unravel a millennium-old mystery. As the duo deciphers intricate clues and cracks baffling codes, they unearth a trail leading back to the day the Somnath Temple was plundered by the infamous Mahmud of Ghazni—and the staggering truth of what really happened. Stalked by a faceless, merciless adversary who outmanoeuvres their every move, they must race against time before an explosive secret is lost forever in the annals of history. Da Vinci Code meets Indiana Jones in this exhilarating and unputdownable read through India’s history, ancient cults, symbols and religion.

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The magic Psammead is back! This time the four children, Cyril, Robert, Anthea and Jane are stuck in London for the Summer, when they come across the Psammead (or wish-giving sand-fairy), imprisoned in a pet shop. They manage to free him, and he tells them where they can get hold of a magic amulet which will bring them their hearts' desire. Unfortunately when the amulet is secured, it is incomplete. They and the Psammead must travel back into ancient history to see the part of the amulet which was lost. The children experience one breathtaking adventure after another in Babylon, Egypt, the lost city of Atlantis, Tyre... The Story of the Amulet is the third and final book in this series. The first two are: Five Children and It, and The Phoenix and the Carpet.

ONCE upon a time, many years ago—when our grandfathers were little children—there was a doctor; and his name was Dolittle—John Dolittle, M.D. “M.D.” means that he was a proper doctor and knew a whole lot. He lived in a little town called, Puddleby-on-the-Marsh. All the folks, young and old, knew him well by sight. And whenever he walked down the street in his high hat everyone would say, “There goes the Doctor!—He’s a clever man.” And the dogs and the children would all run up and follow behind him; and even the crows that lived in the church-tower would caw and nod their heads. The house he lived in, on the edge of the town, was quite small; but his garden was very large and had a wide lawn and stone seats and weeping-willows hanging over. His sister, Sarah Dolittle, was housekeeper for him; but the Doctor looked after the garden himself. He was very fond of animals and kept many kinds of pets. Besides the gold-fish in the pond at the bottom of his garden, he had rabbits in the pantry, white mice in his piano, a squirrel in the linen closet and a hedgehog in the cellar. He had a cow with a calf too, and an old lame horse—twenty-five years of age—and chickens, and pigeons, and two lambs, and many other animals. But his favorite pets were Dab-Dab the duck, Jip the dog, Gub-Gub the baby pig, Polynesia the parrot, and the owl Too-Too. His sister used to grumble about all these animals and said they made the house untidy. And one day when an old lady with rheumatism came to see the Doctor, she sat on the hedgehog who was sleeping on the sofa and never came to see him any more, but drove every Saturday all the way to Oxenthorpe, another town ten miles off, to see a different doctor