Words: The Magic Powder - A Folktale From Myanmar

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An amazing story by Greystroke (Author) and PG Dinesh (Illustrator) by Pratham Books Storyweaver. Read it here gor yourself or read aloud to your child.

About the story:
Once upon a time, in a little village on the banks of the Irrawaddy river, there lived a young woman called Thuza. She was very happily married to handsome young Theingi. But there was one problem that nagged Thuza – her husband believed he would find a way to turn dirt into gold! Did he succeed? Read this delightful tale from Myanmar to find out.



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  1. Unknown2 May 2020 at 21:23

    Can u give me the summary and Theme of this story

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  2. Unknown2 May 2020 at 21:24

    Can you give me the summary and theme of this story

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