Yogendra Deva

Continuing the journey in to the mysterious Earth For children and curious minds of all ages Yogendra Deva   The summer holidays had ended, and school had reopened. That evening, Mihir walked into Aaba's room carrying his tablet. He dropped into the familiar chair opposite him, looking far more excited than tired after his first day back at school. "Aaba, the first day after the holidays is always fun." Aaba looked up from his book and smiled. "Oh? Nobody talks about homework?" "Not at all." "Then what do they talk about?" "Holidays!" Aaba laughed. "That hasn't changed since my school days. We hardly travelled anywhere except to our grandparents' homes." "That must have been a different kind of fun." "I think it was." Mihir switched on his tablet. "You know what surprised me today?" "What?" "Nobody was talking about hotels or food....

Continuing the journey in to the mysterious Earth For children and curious minds of all ages Yogendra Deva   Aaba had just settled into bed with a book when his mobile phone rang. The screen flashed: Mihir Calling... Aaba smiled and answered immediately. "Hello, young man! Enjoying your New Zealand holiday? We're trying to keep cool while the Indian summer does its best to roast us." "Aaba, forget New Zealand!" Mihir cut Aaba short. "Oh?" "It isn't about New Zealand. It's about the one place you kept telling us not to miss when we were around Auckland." Aaba laughed. "Waitomo?" "Exactly!" "Aaba, it was unbelievable! "The guide first took us through winding limestone passages. Every now and then he'd stop, shine his torch on the ceiling and say, 'Look up.' There were these amazing stone shapes hanging everywhere. Then he'd point to the floor where more of the...