"The Day the Sky Fell"
Continuing the journey into the mysterious Earth For children and curious minds of all ages Yogendra Deva Mihir burst into Aaba’s study without knocking—an unmistakable sign that something important had just happened. “Aaba!” he exclaimed, slightly out of breath. “I just saw a shooting star!” Aaba looked up from his notes, eyes twinkling. “Oh, excellent,” he said. “Did you make a wish?” Mihir made a face. “No! It disappeared before I could even think of one. It just… streaked across and vanished.” Aaba leaned back. “That,” he said, “is the problem with shooting stars. They are not very patient with human wishes.” Mihir pulled up a chair. “What was that, actually? A star doesn’t fall, does it?” “Not really,” Aaba said. “Most of them burn up and vanish, but once in a while, a bigger piece makes it to the Earth… and if that happens—God bless us!” Mihir grinned. “Good to know.” “What you saw,” Aaba continued, “was a tiny piece of rock from space burni...