MANKIND, CHILDHOOD, AND STORYTELLERS Blessed are those storytellers, who, for generations have saved the childhood of mankind. Once mankind loses its storytellers, it also loses its childhood. In every country and every community parents/grandparents tell bedtime stories to their children. These stories have survived for centuries. All of these stories are moralistic in content. They tell about the victory of truth over untruth, honesty over dishonesty, loyalty over disloyalty, kindness over cruelty. They tell about courage, adventure, love, faith. Two such storybooks that come to mind right now are Hitopadesaar and Panchtantra. Blessed are the kids who have someone to tell them these bedtime stories. Later on, in their lives, they come face to face with real-life stories. I guess in the literary field there are many more storytellers than poets or essayists. Thousands of stories are told in the form of short stories, long stories, and novels. Our epics like Ramayana, Bhagwat and Mahabharat are also in story format. These storytellers keep us grounded by presenting to us what exists but our open eyes do not see. Thousands of stories are scattered around us but only the observant eye and mind with a very large heart can express them in words. But for these storytellers, mankind would be very poor with neither a heart nor a soul.