Dear Kids,

Every story we write here is a love letter to your future. We want you to know: even when life feels confusing, lonely, or overwhelming, your mom and I are cheering for you to find your own special light. We write these tales not just to entertain, but to capture the lessons and magic we hope you carry with you—today, tomorrow, and always.

With all our love,
Amma and Acha

If you read our letter #1, you know we set out to share the “big ideas” and mindsets we want to pass on to our children. Looking back, though, I realized I may have made it needlessly complicated—layered in philosophy and jargon.
My Malayalee friends will appreciate this: it reminded me of that classic scene from the movie Sandesham (for those who haven’t seen it, here’s the clip), where one of characters pleads, “Can you please explain why we lost the election in simpler words without all this philosophical mumbo jumbo?” That’s exactly the feeling I had reading my own post! 😆

So, after some reflection (and more than one laugh at myself), my wife and I decided: what if we turn each of those mindsets into simple, engaging children’s stories? Stories our kids (and hopefully yours) can truly connect with. This is our very first attempt. We hope it brings a little magic to your day.

This is the launch of a children's stories series from our family to yours! Each story is rooted in a lesson or value we want to share with our children, blending a touch of everyday adventure, imagination, and encouragement.
Whether you’re a parent, grandparent, or just a kid at heart, we hope you’ll find something special here.

In a small house on the edge of a friendly neighborhood, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna had big, curious eyes, wild hair that refused to be tamed, and a heart full of dreams she was too shy to share.

One evening, as the sky darkened and stars began to pop into view, Luna sat alone in her backyard. The laughter of children playing floated over her fence, but Luna stayed apart, tracing circles in the sandbox with a stick.

"They probably wouldn't want to play with me anyway," she whispered.

Suddenly, a shooting star blazed overhead—then curved downward, heading straight for Luna’s backyard!

The star landed in her sandbox with a gentle plink, sending up a swirl of glittering sand. Luna blinked, barely believing her eyes. She crawled forward.

"Hello...? Is someone there?"

A soft, silvery glow peeked from beneath the sand. Luna brushed gently—and there, no bigger than her palm, lay a star. A real, actual star! And it was… crying? Tiny droplets of stardust rolled down its points.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

The star looked up, light flickering.

"I... I didn’t fall. I just… couldn’t stay up there anymore."

"But you’re a star! Stars belong in the sky."

"I’m not very good at being a star. The others shine much brighter. I didn’t think I was bright enough, so… I fell."

Luna carefully scooped the star into her hands. It was warm and thrummed softly.

"But you’re amazing! I wish I could do something special like you."

At those words, the star brightened a little.

"You found me. That’s pretty special to me."

Luna smiled.
"Do you have a name?"

"Stars don’t really have names like humans do. We’re known by our constellations."

"Then I’ll call you Twinkle. Because even if you don’t believe it, I see you twinkling."

Twinkle glowed a bit brighter.
"Twinkle, I’ll help you get back to the sky. I promise."

"Do you really think you can?"

"I’m going to try everything I can think of!"

And try she did! Luna threw Twinkle up as high as she could—whoosh, but he tumbled gently back down. She built a slingshot, crafted a paper airplane, even tried tying Twinkle to her birthday balloon. Each effort ended with Twinkle softly landing nearby, a little dimmer each time.

"It's hopeless. Maybe I’m just not meant to be in the sky," Twinkle sighed.

Luna’s own shoulders slumped. "Maybe I’m not smart enough to figure it out. I always mess things up."

She noticed something: the more she doubted, the dimmer Twinkle’s light became.
"Twinkle! What’s happening?"
"I just feel… faded."

Later that night, Luna sat at her window, Twinkle beside her. Luna saw her own face, small and sad in the glass.

"I told Twinkle I’d help, but I’ve only made things worse."

Then, out of curiosity, Luna tried something.
"But I’m not giving up! I can figure this out!"

To her amazement, Twinkle brightened!
"Twinkle, you shine brighter when I believe in myself!"

Luna experimented. Saying, "I can't do it," made Twinkle fade. But, "I’ll keep trying until I find a way," caused Twinkle to glow stronger.

"Twinkle! You shine based on belief! That’s why you fell—you stopped believing in yourself."

"But... how do I believe in myself when I keep failing?"

Luna remembered what her teacher once said:
"Believing in yourself doesn’t mean you’ll never fail. It means knowing you’re worth trying for."

Suddenly inspired, Luna grabbed her backpack.
"We need to get you closer to the sky! See that hill? That’s Stargazer Hill—the highest place in town. If we can reach it, maybe you’ll make it home!"

"But it’s dark… and I’m scared to walk through the woods at night."

Twinkle mustered courage.
"I can help with that! I may be small, but I’m still a star—I’ll shine for you."

With Twinkle’s glow and her stuffed bunny for courage, Luna slipped out of her house and into the night. The woods were full of shadows and strange sounds, and soon, rain clouds gathered overhead.

"Luna! Stars and water don’t mix well!"

Luna shielded Twinkle, racing to a hollow tree for shelter until the rain passed. Twinkle’s soft light calmed her fears.

Back on the path, uncertain which way to go, Luna listened. A gentle hoot from the trees—a wise old owl!

"Excuse me, Mr. Owl? Can you help us find Stargazer Hill?"

"Follow the smooth stones to the brook, then toward the tallest pines," the owl replied.

With the owl’s help, and words of encouragement from each other, Luna and Twinkle made it to the hilltop.
There, under the bright, starry sky, Luna turned to her friend.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"What if I’m still not bright enough?"

"Look how far you’ve come. And you’re glowing brighter than ever!"

Twinkle hesitated.
"But if I go back, I’ll have to leave you."

Tears pricked Luna’s eyes, but she smiled bravely.
"Real friends help each other shine where they belong."

Luna lifted Twinkle to the sky.
"I believe in you, Twinkle. With all my heart."

Suddenly, both glowed—Luna’s own hands shining as she raised Twinkle higher.
Twinkle began to float, lifted by Luna’s belief.

"You can do it, Twinkle! You’re bright enough!"

As the star rose, a shower of stardust fell around Luna. Twinkle’s voice drifted back,
"Thank you, Luna! I’ll never forget you. Look for me every night!"

Twinkle joined the stars above, brighter and prouder than ever before.

Luna, heart both heavy and light, turned home. On her hand: a tiny, glowing star-shaped freckle—a piece of Twinkle to keep forever.

The next day, with courage shining, Luna joined the children at the park. One boy asked about her shining star-freckle.

"By helping a friend find their light," Luna said.
"Everyone has their own special light. Sometimes, we just need a friend to help us believe in it."

That night, Luna looked up at Twinkle, shining in the sky and sending down a beam of starlight as if to say:
"Goodnight, Luna. I believe in you…and now, I BELIEVE IN ME TOO!"

From that day forward, Luna carried the lesson (and a little bit of magic) wherever she went:

Believing in yourself means knowing you are worth trying for, accepting help when you need it, and finding the courage to shine in your own unique way.

We hope Luna’s journey with Twinkle inspires your family as much as it inspired ours.

May it remind us all:

Believing in yourself doesn’t mean you won’t ever fail. It means you know you’re worth trying for—and that sometimes, we need a little help to find our way back to the sky.

Whether you’re reading this with your own kids, reflecting on your inner child, or simply enjoying a new story—thank you for being part of our Letters to Tomorrow family.

We’d love to know: Who helps you shine? And how do you help your children, friends, or loved ones find their light? Please share in the comments

Stay tuned for our next children’s story adventure. If you want more stories like this, parenting reflections, or want to suggest a topic for our next children’s tale, please consider subscribing.Thank you for being part of our journey.

Dear Kids,

Every story we write here is a love letter to your future. We want you to know: even when life feels confusing, lonely, or overwhelming, your mom and I are cheering for you to find your own special light. We write these tales not just to entertain, but to capture the lessons and magic we hope you carry with you—today, tomorrow, and always.

With all our love,
Amma and Acha

If you read our letter #1, you know we set out to share the “big ideas” and mindsets we want to pass on to our children. Looking back, though, I realized I may have made it needlessly complicated—layered in philosophy and jargon.
My Malayalee friends will appreciate this: it reminded me of that classic scene from the movie Sandesham (for those who haven’t seen it, here’s the clip), where one of characters pleads, “Can you please explain why we lost the election in simpler words without all this philosophical mumbo jumbo?” That’s exactly the feeling I had reading my own post! 😆

So, after some reflection (and more than one laugh at myself), my wife and I decided: what if we turn each of those mindsets into simple, engaging children’s stories? Stories our kids (and hopefully yours) can truly connect with. This is our very first attempt. We hope it brings a little magic to your day.

This is the launch of a children's stories series from our family to yours! Each story is rooted in a lesson or value we want to share with our children, blending a touch of everyday adventure, imagination, and encouragement.
Whether you’re a parent, grandparent, or just a kid at heart, we hope you’ll find something special here.

In a small house on the edge of a friendly neighborhood, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna had big, curious eyes, wild hair that refused to be tamed, and a heart full of dreams she was too shy to share.

One evening, as the sky darkened and stars began to pop into view, Luna sat alone in her backyard. The laughter of children playing floated over her fence, but Luna stayed apart, tracing circles in the sandbox with a stick.

"They probably wouldn't want to play with me anyway," she whispered.

Suddenly, a shooting star blazed overhead—then curved downward, heading straight for Luna’s backyard!

The star landed in her sandbox with a gentle plink, sending up a swirl of glittering sand. Luna blinked, barely believing her eyes. She crawled forward.

"Hello...? Is someone there?"

A soft, silvery glow peeked from beneath the sand. Luna brushed gently—and there, no bigger than her palm, lay a star. A real, actual star! And it was… crying? Tiny droplets of stardust rolled down its points.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

The star looked up, light flickering.

"I... I didn’t fall. I just… couldn’t stay up there anymore."

"But you’re a star! Stars belong in the sky."

"I’m not very good at being a star. The others shine much brighter. I didn’t think I was bright enough, so… I fell."

Luna carefully scooped the star into her hands. It was warm and thrummed softly.

"But you’re amazing! I wish I could do something special like you."

At those words, the star brightened a little.

"You found me. That’s pretty special to me."

Luna smiled.
"Do you have a name?"

"Stars don’t really have names like humans do. We’re known by our constellations."

"Then I’ll call you Twinkle. Because even if you don’t believe it, I see you twinkling."

Twinkle glowed a bit brighter.
"Twinkle, I’ll help you get back to the sky. I promise."

"Do you really think you can?"

"I’m going to try everything I can think of!"

And try she did! Luna threw Twinkle up as high as she could—whoosh, but he tumbled gently back down. She built a slingshot, crafted a paper airplane, even tried tying Twinkle to her birthday balloon. Each effort ended with Twinkle softly landing nearby, a little dimmer each time.

"It's hopeless. Maybe I’m just not meant to be in the sky," Twinkle sighed.

Luna’s own shoulders slumped. "Maybe I’m not smart enough to figure it out. I always mess things up."

She noticed something: the more she doubted, the dimmer Twinkle’s light became.
"Twinkle! What’s happening?"
"I just feel… faded."

Later that night, Luna sat at her window, Twinkle beside her. Luna saw her own face, small and sad in the glass.

"I told Twinkle I’d help, but I’ve only made things worse."

Then, out of curiosity, Luna tried something.
"But I’m not giving up! I can figure this out!"

To her amazement, Twinkle brightened!
"Twinkle, you shine brighter when I believe in myself!"

Luna experimented. Saying, "I can't do it," made Twinkle fade. But, "I’ll keep trying until I find a way," caused Twinkle to glow stronger.

"Twinkle! You shine based on belief! That’s why you fell—you stopped believing in yourself."

"But... how do I believe in myself when I keep failing?"

Luna remembered what her teacher once said:
"Believing in yourself doesn’t mean you’ll never fail. It means knowing you’re worth trying for."

Suddenly inspired, Luna grabbed her backpack.
"We need to get you closer to the sky! See that hill? That’s Stargazer Hill—the highest place in town. If we can reach it, maybe you’ll make it home!"

"But it’s dark… and I’m scared to walk through the woods at night."

Twinkle mustered courage.
"I can help with that! I may be small, but I’m still a star—I’ll shine for you."

With Twinkle’s glow and her stuffed bunny for courage, Luna slipped out of her house and into the night. The woods were full of shadows and strange sounds, and soon, rain clouds gathered overhead.

"Luna! Stars and water don’t mix well!"

Luna shielded Twinkle, racing to a hollow tree for shelter until the rain passed. Twinkle’s soft light calmed her fears.

Back on the path, uncertain which way to go, Luna listened. A gentle hoot from the trees—a wise old owl!

"Excuse me, Mr. Owl? Can you help us find Stargazer Hill?"

"Follow the smooth stones to the brook, then toward the tallest pines," the owl replied.

With the owl’s help, and words of encouragement from each other, Luna and Twinkle made it to the hilltop.
There, under the bright, starry sky, Luna turned to her friend.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"What if I’m still not bright enough?"

"Look how far you’ve come. And you’re glowing brighter than ever!"

Twinkle hesitated.
"But if I go back, I’ll have to leave you."

Tears pricked Luna’s eyes, but she smiled bravely.
"Real friends help each other shine where they belong."

Luna lifted Twinkle to the sky.
"I believe in you, Twinkle. With all my heart."

Suddenly, both glowed—Luna’s own hands shining as she raised Twinkle higher.
Twinkle began to float, lifted by Luna’s belief.

"You can do it, Twinkle! You’re bright enough!"

As the star rose, a shower of stardust fell around Luna. Twinkle’s voice drifted back,
"Thank you, Luna! I’ll never forget you. Look for me every night!"

Twinkle joined the stars above, brighter and prouder than ever before.

Luna, heart both heavy and light, turned home. On her hand: a tiny, glowing star-shaped freckle—a piece of Twinkle to keep forever.

The next day, with courage shining, Luna joined the children at the park. One boy asked about her shining star-freckle.

"By helping a friend find their light," Luna said.
"Everyone has their own special light. Sometimes, we just need a friend to help us believe in it."

That night, Luna looked up at Twinkle, shining in the sky and sending down a beam of starlight as if to say:
"Goodnight, Luna. I believe in you…and now, I BELIEVE IN ME TOO!"

From that day forward, Luna carried the lesson (and a little bit of magic) wherever she went:

Believing in yourself means knowing you are worth trying for, accepting help when you need it, and finding the courage to shine in your own unique way.

We hope Luna’s journey with Twinkle inspires your family as much as it inspired ours.

May it remind us all:

Believing in yourself doesn’t mean you won’t ever fail. It means you know you’re worth trying for—and that sometimes, we need a little help to find our way back to the sky.

Whether you’re reading this with your own kids, reflecting on your inner child, or simply enjoying a new story—thank you for being part of our Letters to Tomorrow family.

We’d love to know: Who helps you shine? And how do you help your children, friends, or loved ones find their light? Please share in the comments

Stay tuned for our next children’s story adventure. If you want more stories like this, parenting reflections, or want to suggest a topic for our next children’s tale, please consider subscribing.Thank you for being part of our journey.