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Tales of India: Folk Tales from Bengal, Punjab, and Tamil Nadu (Traditional Tales)
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About Tales Of India: Folk Tales From Bengal, Punjab, And
Product Description A shape-shifting tiger and a pretentious rat. A generous goddess and a powerful demon. A clever princess and a prince who returns from the dead. This collection of 16 traditional tales transports readers to the beguiling world of Indian folklore. Transcribed by Indian and English folklorists in the nineteenth century, these stories brim with wit and magic. Fans of fairy tales will encounter familiar favorites—epic quests and talking animals—alongside delightful surprises—an irreverent sense of humor and an array of bold, inspiring heroines. This special gift edition features an embossed, textured case and a ribbon marker, and each tale comes alive alongside exquisite artwork by a pair of contemporary Indian artists. Review "Recommended for robust folktale collections, as well as libraries looking specifically for tales from India." -School Library Journal "Recommended for robust folktale collections, as well as libraries looking specifically for tales from India." -School Library Journal About the Author Svabhu Kohli and Viplov Singh are visual artists and frequent collaborators based in Velha Goa, India. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Tales of India Folktales from Bengal, Punjab, and Tamil Nadu By Svabhu Kohli, Viplov Singh Chronicle Books LLCCopyright © 2018 Chronicle Books All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4521-6591-2 Contents ANIMAL TALES, 9, The Bear's Bad Bargain, 11, The Brâhman Girl That Married a Tiger, 17, The Soothsayer's Son, 27, The Rat's Wedding, 43, Gholâm Badshah and His Son Ghool, 51, OUTWITTING AND OUTWITTED, 69, The Ghost-Brahman, 71, Bopolûchî, 77, The Son of Seven Mothers, 83, The Indigent Brahman, 93, The King and the Robbers, 103, The Brahmarâkshasa, 107, LIFE AND DEATH, 113, Life's Secret, 115, Eesara and Caneesara, 129, The Lord of Death, 141, Prince Lionheart and His Three Friends, 145, The Beggar and the Five Muffins, 161, SOURCES, 166, CHAPTER 1 THE BEAR'S BAD BARGAIN * * * Punjab Once upon a time, a very old woodman lived with his very old wife in a tiny hut close to the orchard of a rich man, — so close that the boughs of a pear-tree hung right over the cottage yard. Now it was agreed between the rich man and the woodman, that if any of the fruit fell into the yard, the old couple were to be allowed to eat it; so you may imagine with what hungry eyes they watched the pears ripening, and prayed for a storm of wind, or a flock of flying foxes, or anything which would cause the fruit to fall. But nothing came, and the old wife, who was a grumbling, scolding old thing, declared they would infallibly become beggars. So she took to giving her husband nothing but dry bread to eat, and insisted on his working harder than ever, till the poor old soul got quite thin; and all because the pears would not fall down! At last, the woodman turned round and declared he would not work any more unless his wife gave him khichrî to his dinner; so with a very bad grace the old woman took some rice and pulse, some butter and spices, and began to cook a savoury khichrî. What an appetising smell it had, to be sure! The woodman was for gobbling it up as soon as ever it was ready. "No, no," cried the greedy old wife, "not till you have brought me in another load of wood; and mind it is a good one. You must work for your dinner." So the old man set off to the forest and began to hack and to hew with such a will that he soon had quite a large bundle, and with every faggot he cut he seemed to smell the savoury khichrî and think of the feast that was coming. Just then a bear came swinging by, with its great black nose tilted in the air, and its little keen eyes peering about; for bears, though good enough fellows on the whole, are just dreadfully inquisitive. "Peace be with you, friend!" said the bear, "and what may you be going to do with that remarkably large bundle of wood?" "It is for my wife," returned the woodman. "The fact is," he added confidentially, smacking
