Let’s Read With Me

Mira was a curious little girl who never tired of asking questions. Her favourite word was “Why?” She loved stories, but not just the ones with castles and dragons. Mira loved stories about stars, trees, people, and even how pencils were made. But there was one problem—no one in her class seemed interested in reading like she was.

Every day after school, Mira would rush home, finish her homework, and dive into a new book. She kept a stack of them beside her bed—books about animals, planets, great women leaders, and mysteries that made her eyes twinkle with excitement. Her best friends, however, would often tease her.

“Books again?” Riya would roll her eyes.
“You should play more,” said Aarav, bouncing his football.

Mira didn’t mind. She believed that books were like magic mirrors—they showed her worlds no one else could see. But one day, something happened that made her think differently.

During lunch, a new girl named Roshni sat beside her. She was shy and quiet, with big round glasses and ink-stained fingers. Mira noticed her looking curiously at the book she was reading.

“Do you like books too?” Mira asked.

Roshni nodded. “I love them. But I don’t have many at home.”

That one sentence opened a new chapter in Mira’s life. She thought about how many books she had at home—dozens she had read and re-read. That night, she packed a few of her favorite storybooks into a bag and carried them to school.

The next day, she sat under the big neem tree during recess with the books spread out beside her. Roshni joined her. Then Aarav walked by and peeked in.

“Is that the story about the jungle treasure?” he asked.

“Yes!” Mira smiled. “Want to read it with me?”

To her surprise, Aarav sat down. Riya joined too, out of curiosity. Mira read aloud, changing her voice for every character. Slowly, more children gathered. By the end of recess, Mira had a mini library around her, and they didn’t want the story to end.

From that day, “Let’s read with me” became her daily call. She brought new books, and sometimes the others brought theirs too. They took turns reading, laughing, and sometimes crying over the pages. The neem tree became their reading corner.

Something changed in her school. The children started visiting the library more. They asked questions. They told their own stories. Mira wasn’t just the girl who read books anymore—she was the girl who made reading fun.

One day, her teacher asked her, “Mira, what made you start this reading circle?”

She smiled and replied, “I wanted to share the magic I found in books. Because when you read alone, you dream. But when you read together, you grow.”

And so, Mira’s simple idea bloomed into something beautiful—a culture of stories, curiosity, and shared imagination.

The little girl who once read alone now had an entire world reading with her.

Let’s read with her too.