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Dear Children,

I’m sharing a story that I’d read somewhere, a long time ago.

On one fine morning, a young boy saw an old man at a lake, feeding fish. Shoals of fish swam towards the old man as he threw food into the lake. Feeling excited, the boy returned with food the next day. But when he threw the food into the lake, only one or two fish came to him. He tried again on three different days, but the result
was the same. So, he decided to go to the man and ask how he managed to attract so many fish. The man said, “I have been coming here every morning at the same
time. The first few days, only a couple of fish came to me. But then, slowly, the
number increased. Now when I arrive, the fish are waiting for me.”

Your thoughts and ideas are like these fish. If you feed them every day, a day will
come when they’ll be waiting for you to pour them on paper. So keep writing, keep
feeding your mind with new experiences, and keep participating without worrying
about the outcome.

You tried writing down your ideas- and that makes all of you winners.
Congratulations to each one of you!

 

Manmeet Narng
Author and Founder of Sailing Leaf

Category 1: 8-10 Years

The jelly was jiggling, and I could not believe my eyes it was also giggling…

by Ritvik Mehrotra, 10 years

It was 7 in the morning, I woke up and yawned. I felt there was something inside my pillow. I ran my hands inside the pillow cover and found a letter. It was from my parents.

The letter read, “Dear John, we are going to New York because the pilot who had to go there is really sick.” Both of my parents are Pilots. They didn’t have any plan to go, but it was an emergency.

I jumped out of my bed and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for myself. I thought of making some jelly.

When I made jelly, it grew bigger and got eyes and a mouth. It was jiggling and I could not believe my eyes, it was also giggling.

Suddenly, it tied my hands and feet! I got so scared. It was threatening me that it will eat me up. Usually, I am very quick with ideas but that day, I was so tense that nothing was coming to my mind.

Then I remembered that we eat custard with jelly!

“Let me make some Custard, dear Jelly,” I said, trying to get permission from the Monster that was holding me prisoner. It looked at me with wide eyes.

“Please?” I begged.

And, just as I hoped, the Monster Jelly’s eyes grew wider with the name of custard and it started drooling.

I hopped and wobbled to the kitchen somehow. I started to prepare the custard. All this while I hoped and prayed that the jelly would get attracted to the custard.

And I was right!

When I poured the custard into a bowl, the jelly released me and plopped right inside the bowl. I hurriedly closed the lid tight. I kept the bowl into the freezer. After some time, I peeped inside. The jelly and custard had started to freeze. They shivered. Chills were running through them. They both looked miserable.

“John! Please let us out! It’s too cold in here!” the Monster Jelly apologized to me.

“Please?” added the innocent Custard.

I took pity on them and pulled out the bowl from the freezer and we all became the best of friends.

And from that day onwards, I promised myself that from now on, I will never eat jelly alone. I will only eat Jelly with Custard!!!

The jelly was jiggling and I could not believe my eyes it was also giggling.

Avanie Chaudhary, 8 Years

I heard the giggle again. It was coming from this blob of jelly placed safely on my showcase. It was a bright pink translucent cube with a cute dimpled smile and two little round black eyes with long eyelashes and thin eyebrows.

I went closer to be sure of what my eyes were seeing. I couldn’t believe I heard a jelly giggle! I said, “Hello there!” It answered in a thin, squeaky voice, “Hello! What’s your name?” I was dumbfounded and kept staring at it with my eyes wide open. It blinked, gave me a bigger smile and asked me the same question again. I was amused and said, “I am Avanie and for the first time ever I am seeing a talking jelly. Do you have a name?” “Ofcourse I do,” said the jelly, “My name is Pinky.” I asked it where it came from. And promptly it narrated it’s tale…

One day a wicked magician picked me from a dessert table at a magicians’ ball. He said he loved my colour and the way that I jiggled. He cast a spell and hey presto! I came to life. He said, “You are now my servant. I will teach you magic tricks like how not to drown in a fish tank with your hands tied, to turn things into rodents, how not to spill a drop of blood and cut your thumb off with a knife. Now be a doll and run and get the butcher’s knife from the kitchen.” And you know what – I ran, ran and ran for my life, never looking back, so far away from the magician and his deadly tricks as I could.

On the way, I met the slimiest, most disgusting green frog by the pond who wanted to gobble me up. I ducked and took shelter under a large waterproof lotus leaf. I used the leaf as my umbrella and shield, and walked comfortably under it for three whole days. “Did you not feel hungry?” said Avanie. “I am food. I am always full” said Pinky. In my head I was picturing this pink blob jiggling and scuttling through the streets under a lotus leaf until…

I bumped into your mother, this plump kind lady who brought me to your home and placed me here. She even asked me if I was cold and needed a handkerchief for a blanket. So I have been sitting here together with the dainty Matrioshka dolls and that cold, rude globe who thinks he is the king of the world until now when you spotted me. So tell me, is it time to wake up yet and get ready for school?”

I suddenly saw myself spring out of bed and rubbing my eyes in disbelief. I had had another crazy dream. “Have a fun day ahead Avanie” I said to myself and went about my business. 

The jellies were jiggling and I could not believe my eyes and it was also giggling.

Taashvi Gupta, 8 Years, DPS Indirapuram

It was my birthday. We had a big party and I had a blast with my friends . When I opened my gifts, one of my friends gifted me a jelly making set . I was so excited to make jellies but my mom said that lets do it tomorrow . It’s late in the night . I went to bed with a thought to do it tomorrow . Suddenly I realised that I have entered a whole new world made of jellies . There were jelly falls such as waterfalls . There were rivers made of jelly shakes with jelly fish inside . It was beautiful and mesmirizing . To my surprise on the other end I saw a big cave.I was curious to enter and take a look . As I entered the cave my first step was on a jelly road . As soon as I took my second step I started to wiggle and jiggle as the whole road was made of jelly and it was bouncy . I felt very funny and ticklative so I started giggling . After a minute I stopped giggling but I could still hear the giggling sound . I could not believe my eyes the jelly under my steps was giggling . Then it stopped giggling . After a while when as I took my third step I again started giggling and I could again hear the jelly giggling . And it went on . After sometime when I looked on my night suit I realised that it is converted into a jelly suit . On the other side of the road I saw jelly dwarfs who started shooting jelly bullets on me but my jelly suit was protecting me, As the bullets bounced on me and went back to them . Soon they all ran away . And when I giggled I again heard the same sound of jelly giggling again and again . Suddenly I heard the alarm ringing and I realised that it was a dream fever . I woke up and went to school . The teacher said to the class that today we are learning a new concept of ‘echo’. After studying and understanding that concept I thought about my dream and realised that it was not  the jelly that was giggling rather it was my own voice created echo in the cave . After coming back home I picked the jelly making set and made lots of jellies from it and shared it with my friends and I tell them about my dream where ”The jellies were jiggling and I could not believe my eyes it was also giggling.”

I scooped some mud from the garden and found….

Charvi Agarwal, 10 Years

It was a hot summer afternoon. I was at my Nanu’s farm, my favourite place to spend long, lazy summer days. The hammock I was lying in gently swayed left and right.

Suddenly, I heard noises. It was the sound of an argument. There were many voices, some squeaky, some sullen and some just loud and arrogant. It was a hot, heated argument on a hot summer afternoon. I looked all around. There was no one around.

I stumbled out of the hammock. The earth under my feet moved! I scooped some mud from the garden and what I saw left me speechless!

“You crazy old lump!” shouted the Red Carrot, “Shapeless and ugly! You can never be the King!”

“Mind your language, you silly, red, good for nothing thing!” screamed back the large Brown Potato. “I enhance the taste of which ever food I am added to and you spoil the taste of anything at all.”

The Layered Pink Onion looked at them both and smirked,” There, there, get out of the futile argument. You both are so limited. You, Mr. Potato are the cause for weight gain all over the world. People are scared to eat you!” He turned around to the carrot and continued in his condescending tone, “You, Ms. Carrot are too short lived to be of any consequence. I am the most versatile of the lot. You can cook me and you can eat me raw. I am the tastemaker in the culinary world!”

All three started yelling and screaming at each other. I could no longer understand what anyone was saying when the Radish took hold of the stage and began in his loud booming voice, ” Neither you Mr. Potato nor you Mr. Onion should be the king. You bad smelling Mr. Onion, you make everyone cry when they cut you. Mr. Potato, you lose your significance when you are used with some other vegetable. Look at me. I am tall and handsome and, moreover, I have a genuine crown on my head already.”

The yelling and name-calling continued till I could no longer control myself and burst into a loud giggle. All of them turned around. They looked embarrassed and glared at me angrily. I was an intruder in their Kingdom.

I smiled and looked at them lovingly. Softly, I said, “You all equally important to us. Nanu loves each one of you like his own children. He puts in so much love and care into growing you all. My dad loves Mr. Potato. My mother loves Mr. Onion. My grandfather loves Mr. Radish. I love you Ms. Carrot! You all are kings and queens.”

They smiled happily.

“Our food’s flavors, colours and health is because of all of you together and not because of one of you. We love you all!” I finished.

Each of them glowed with pride and joy. They loved their kingdom and so did I.

The mysterious key

Deepti Purohit, 10 Years, Noida

I love nature walks, bird -watching, gardening and I really really love adventure. My autumn break was going on and we were on the way to my grandpa’s ancestral home in a village, which I had never visited earlier. It was late evening when we reached there. I was excited to see my grandparents. But my mother informed me that they had gone to attend a religious function. They would be back after three days.

It was Tuesday morning, my birthday. The weather was pleasant. My mother gifted me daffodil bulbs and suggested a place in the garden to plant it. I was thrilled on seeing the bulbs and hugged my mother. Jumping with joy, my brother and I went to the garden immediately with our gardening tools. He scooped some mud from the garden and found an old rusted metal key. I was surprised as I had never seen such an old key earlier. After planting the daffodils, we rushed to our mother and showed her the key. She was also surprised and said she knew nothing about the key. It was a palatial house and we had not explored it completely. We decided to check all the locked doors of the house. We tried several doors but didn’t succeed.

I was tired and went to my parents’ room to sit in the balcony. When I opened the balcony, the curtain blew because of wind. Behind it I noticed a small door about two feet tall. I was wondering who could get through such a small door. I ran downstairs to call my brother. We tried our key on this door and it worked! To our astonishment we found a carved wooden box inside. We were expecting a treasure in the box. We opened it and saw a folded paper inside. On the paper it was written, ‘Your treasure is in the library.’ I never knew there was a library in the house. Mother told us that the library was in the basement and its entrance was near a huge painting hanging in the living room. There was a small lever next to the painting and when we pulled it down, the wall opened half way leading us to a stair case. We went down the stairs and found ourselves in the library. It was a bit dark and I slipped because of a goey slimy thing. When I removed my foot, I saw it was a lizard. I shrieked and bumped into a sofa. My brother laughed at me. I stared at him with anger, then he became silent and solemn. We began searching for the treasure and found a wooden box in the shelf of a small antique cupboard. With great excitement we opened the box and found wrapped gifts inside. It was such a pleasant surprise. My mother and my grandparents had planned this for my birthday. They were standing right behind us and smiling when we were opening the gifts.

The Jelly Monster

Mriya Upadhyay, 8 Years, Noida

The jelly was jiggling and I couldn’t believe it was also giggling. Giggling away, it turned into a MONSTER! I stared at the jelly-monster which had been given to me as a gift. The monster laughed. It said “I is your now.” I was astounded. My gift was a monster! I was also beginning to feel very curious. My mom sensed that I was in no mood to sleep so she decided to put me to bed. (She thinks that my totally non-sleepy mood keeps getting more and more non-sleepy the longer I stay awake.) I was surprised that I was even able to sleep at all.

The next morning when I opened the fridge it was completely empty except for a monster which said “Me full.” I got scolded by my parents. And, we ate breakfast without sauce. Why did I get scolded? Ask them.

One day the monster wanted to go to school. Big mistake to let it come, though. It fit into my pocket, where it wasn’t visible, and came to school. It gave all the wrong answers when I was asked questions, covered all my papers in slime and yelled 24/7. P.E. class was no exception. The monster yelled very loudly and started coughing. The P.E. teacher, like all the other teachers, thought I was doing all those things that the monster did so she asked me to go to the infirmary and have some cough syrup. I didn’t like cough syrup. It is bitter. But I went to the infirmary anyway, taking the monster with me. The monster saw the cough syrup and wanted it. I let it take it: it was the one coughing after all. Maybe it would stop doing so. But after drinking the cough syrup it didn’t stop coughing, it disappeared!

Thankfully, the monster is gone now and peace is restored. My very important note to you, dear reader, is that if you ever see jelly jiggling and hear it giggling then dispose it into your neighbor’s dustbin or trash bag at once. And if it ever transforms into a monster, don’t take it to school, just give it bitter cough syrup.

My little brown team

Swarnim Garg, 8 years, Shiv Nadar School, Noida

It was a cold, snowy wintry day and I stood gazing at the sun in my balcony. Just then I heard some noise near my car. I looked down and saw the dog and her puppies huddled under my car. I went down the stairs and peeped below the car. There were five little furry puppies cuddling and snuggling with each other. The mumma dog was not around so I started watching them closely.

I was amazed to see them in different shades of brown. Three were light brown and two were dark brown and each of them had black spots. They looked cute with pink noses. I called out to them ‘hullo there’ and they wagged their tails in return except one. This dark brown puppy looked sick. He didn’t even open his eyes.

To keep them warm in the cold weather, I got my blanket from my house and placed it before them.  I even got some biscuits and milk bowl for them. I watched them stepping on the blanket and jumping with joy. I returned to my house carrying the sick puppy and to my surprise saw the other puppies following me to my house.

Thinking about my mumma, how angry she will be seeing so many puppies in the house, I got scared. So I secretly hid them under my bed and kept the sick puppy warm by rubbing his belly.  He soon opened his eyes, licked my face and started wagging his tail. I played with my team of Paw Patrol and even kept their fancy names too. They drank some milk and biscuits and slept on my blanket and I slept too.

Over the next two days, my mumma was surprised about number of biscuits packets I ate and number of milk glasses I drank. She became alert and checked my room. She was surprised to see so many little guests together hiding under my bed.

‘Oh my God’ so cute!!She said and jumped with surprise when she saw them all. All my fears vanished.

Surprisingly, my mumma was not angry with me!  I asked her if my team can stay with us. She asked me about the little puppies’ mother. I told her that mumma dog was not around when I saw them.

My mumma then advised me that soon little puppies will start missing their mumma too. So it is better that we let the puppies join their mumma. I never wanted to let them go, but my mother promised me that we will allow the mumma dog and her little puppies to visit us in our front yard.

This made me really happy as I let my team of little puppies go from our house. They started barking loudly while looking for their mother. After hearing them, Mumma dog came and started licking all her puppies.  

As they reunite, my mumma also hugged me tightly and both of us were smiling at them.

The Giggling Jelly

Mihika Prakash, 9 Years, Pathways World School, Aravalli

There was once a kind pig called Jessie. She had a cute pet ant named Popo. One day Jessie and Popo decided to go on a treasure hunt. So, off they went. It was a bright sunny day and Popo was thankful that Jessie had carried sunglasses for both of them. They were walking on a road that took them to a forest. Then, Popo asked if they were going to find treasure in the forest. Jessie said that she didn’t know but she could hunt for some.

They met a group of Pigs at the edge of the forest. The pigs challenged them to a match of Jiu Jitsu. A big burly pig named Neil decided to fight Jessie. In the end, Jessie won by taking Neil in a triangle choke.

After the match, Neil asked where Jessie and Popo were going. Jessie said that they were hunting for treasure. Neil asked if he could join them. Jessie said that he could. So Neil, Jessie and Popo tried to search the forest. Right in the middle of the forest, Popo saw something slimy poking out of the ground!

Popo dug at it and was surprised to see that it was Jelly. As he stared at it, he noticed it was jiggling and giggling. Popo screamed and Neil and Jessie came running towards him. When Neil asked what was wrong, Popo said that he had found Jelly that was giggling!. Jessie laughed and said that jellies couldn’t giggle. Neil said that he could see the jelly but couldn’t hear any giggling. Jessie was scared but Neil was brave enough to go and take closer look at the jelly.  

As he got closer, he saw an ant coming out of the Jelly. The ant introduced itself as Sam Pam. Popo asked Sam Pam if he knew why the jelly was giggling.   Sam Pam burst out laughing and sounded just like the jelly! Sam Pam said that he and some of his friends were trying to eat the jelly from inside and invited Popo to join them. Jessie said that she and Neil would play in the mud till then. So the day ended with them finding new friends and solving the mystery of the giggling jelly.

THE ROYAL RESCUE

Aanavi Singh Rana, 9 Years, New Delhi

It was a bright Sunday morning when I was cycling outside the house with Kashvi and Mannat, my best buddies. I heard a whine from underneath our car.

“Did you hear that?” I asked my friends.

“What?” said Kashvi

“Shh….listen,” I said. The noise came again and this time we all heard it.

We parked our cycles. There was a dog and her puppies under my car. “So cute!” exclaimed Mannat.

The dog came out. She wore a collar around her neck on which was written, ”Lucy” in golden letters.

“Lucy?” said Kashvi. At once, sparkles surrounded Lucy and she started to speak,  We belong to the Royal Family of Fairyland. An evil witch has captured our king and queen. Unless we rescue them, the witch will spread evil not only in Fairyland but also on Earth.”

“But how can we help?” I asked.

“Animals cannot enter the dungeon where the witch has held the king and queen captive. We need your help to get them back to the Fairyland Kingdom,” explained Lucy.

We all nodded in agreement. “Tell us what to do?” asked Mannat.

“To Fairyland, “said Lucy and three pairs of wings and wands appeared. Soon, we were in Fairyland amidst fairies, gnomes, pixies and mysterious pets. We stopped in front of a palace. Goblins guarded every corner.

Lucy muttered some words and the goblin guards fell asleep. She waited outside and a pixie soldier led us inside. We came to a dungeon where the king and queen were imprisoned. We waved our wands and the guards fell asleep. With another wave, the prisons opened and soon the king and queen stepped out. Just then, the witch entered. She was surprised to see the king and queen out of the prison. But before, she could do anything, the pixie soldier handed the Royal Wand to the queen. The queen waved the wand and the witch could not be seen anywhere.

The queen walked up to us and said, “Thank you for your help.” She handed us three amulets and said, “Whenever you want to visit us, just touch your amulet and make a wish. Also, do not tell anyone about this incident.”

“We won’t,” we said.

“Now, you must return,” she said and waved her wand.

In a moment, we were back to our home, cycling along, just like nothing had happened.  

Category 1: 11-13 Years

Mihir Kulgod, 11 Years

TIGER TROUBLE

There was no doubt. They were definitely pugmarks. And they were quite fresh. We had departed from our camp at 6:30 am for our early morning safari in Sariska. I was with my parents and my little brother, Raju, who was sound asleep in my mother’s lap. We had also hired a local guide. We had just spotted a set of pugmarks alongside our jeep. After taking a few pictures of them, we followed the pugmarks to a huge expanse of tall, yellow grass. There was a herd of deer grazing in the middle of it. Our guide told us this was where the famed tigers of Sariska were often spotted, so we waited a few minutes before moving forward in hopes of spotting the tiger. We drove forward for a little while before we stopped to examine a huge, bright yellow spider which was dangling off a gigantic web. Soon we passed a clearing in which there was a large pond where many birds were splashing about. We waited here too, for a few uneventful minutes, and then headed back to the camp. But just before we reached the camp, I heard a soft growl. My eyes fell upon the beast we had been looking for all this time. It was a truly massive tiger. I stared it with fear, and a strange sense of excitement. It stared right back. “Tiger”, I whimpered. “Hilna mat”, the guide said. The eerie silence that followed was soon broken by Raju waking up, taking in the scene, and crying out in fear. He promptly dived back under his blanket. The tiger seemed taken aback, then started to advance slowly. Suddenly both the tiger and we turned toward the rustling of bushes. An old man, wearing ragged clothes, emerged from them. Our guide looked absolutely panic-stricken at this. The old man stared angrily at the tiger, showing not even a hint of fear. After what felt like forever, the tiger dropped his head and retreated into the forest. The old man glanced at us sympathetically before disappearing back to wherever he came from. When we reached the camp I asked the guide why he was afraid of the old man. He hesitated before telling us about a legend of a mad old man with strange powers over tigers who lived in the forest. He said that in all his years as a guide, he had never actually come across the old man before.

Perhaps the legend was true, perhaps it was the same old man, and if it was, I don’t believe that the old man was mad. Based on my encounter, the tiger seemed to know the old man. They seem to have understood what the other was thinking. I came to the conclusion that if I ever came here for a safari again, I would be looking for the old man, not tigers. But not today, I had had enough excitement for now.

Aditi Gaur, 12 Years

Gurgaon

There was something different about the new girl at my school

It was a day like any other.

Pancakes for breakfast, late for the bus, and screaming for the driver to stop.

Once I finally reached school, the bell rang. Just in time, I thought to myself.

I walked down the hallway, to my class. My hand brushing the walls, the smell of paint left on them.

“May I come in?” I asked the teacher.

“Come in” she replied.

I felt my lips smile at my friends as I reached my seat, and took my homework from the previous day out to check it before submitting it in.

Roll call started.

“Jennifer”

“Here”

“Alex”

“Present”

“Max”

“Here”

“Violet”

“Here”, I said.

Then I didn’t bother hearing the rest of the names.

Until…I heard a name I hadn’t heard before.

“Alexis”

“I’m here” she replied.

I turned my head to see, and there she sat. She was a new girl, not just because I didn’t know her but you could easily tell. The way she had dressed a little too neatly, the way her hand fidgeted, and how nervous she looked. I didn’t blame her, high school’s cruel.

We had biology first lesson.

I noticed the new girl smiling at me, so I walked up to her.

“Hey” I said.

“Hey”

“Hard being the new kid?”

“You bet.”

“Eh, you’ll get used to it.”

“And getting used to being lonely will be really nice” she said, sarcastically.

I snorted.

And we talked…all the way to biology class.

And then we sat in lunch together. And you know what, she turned out to be pretty darn cool.

We talked every day, every spare minute we could get.

She was incredible, but there was an unsettling feeling inside me that left me…feeling confused.

It felt like she was there, yet a million miles away. When you looked in her eyes, you could tell she was…damaged.

There were no scars on her face, but I could tell there were a lot on her heart.

Oddly, she wasn’t like this when she joined. It was after a few months that I could tell she wasn’t the same.

However, I couldn’t let just that tiny reason stop our friendship. So I tried to ignore it.

But it was like ignoring a black dot in a white page, it’s tiny, you can’t help but stare at it.

Anways, we kept getting closer until she was a part of me. It’s funny how you can get attached to someone so easily, so quick. But there are people who have been in your life longer but you still don’t care about them

But it felt weird. Maybe because, I hadn’t been very close to anyone ever. I was completely vulnerable to her. And I never really opened up to anyone ever.

2 months later.

I woke up, I shivered when my bare feet touched the ground.     

I walked to the fridge for breakfast, there was a note there.

It was from Alexis- it said that she left. And she won’t be in the same school, let alone the same country.

A felt a tear roll down my cheek, the first one in years.

And that moment I was as damaged as her.

That day

I realized something-

The more people you become closer to, the more can just leave.

There was a scar in my heart, one that can’t be healed with time.

Scars don’t heal, and they’ll trouble until you learn to be proud of them. But I never became proud of that one.

And that weight remained in my heart forever.

Arnav Gulati, 12 Years

Gurgaon

 

CRYSTAL CLEAR

 

Lost my way I definitely had

When I get back mom would be mad

All due to my camel who was bad

Reluctant to take on this poor lost lad.

I was definitely sitting in a microwave and I was the popcorn. The dish of the microwave (apparently the camel I was sitting on) was driving me nuts. The sun scorched and I could definitely cook scrambled egg on my head. Taking a vacation to the Thar in June was like asking to be set on fire. I had dozed off on my camel safari before my camel nudged me to wake up. Paying no heed, I drifted back to sleep until my manic camel whipped me, I guess even my camel was as moody as I was. Desperate to get me off, its tail came in handy. I fell down in the sand to come face to face with my seething, raged up camel. My legs sunk into the sand and I found myself plodding into the distance where I could see no horizon. I could see nothing but sand stretching all around. Then I saw the most bizarre thing ever! They were definitely pugmarks! In a desert??? Queer! But there was not even an iota of doubt.

I followed the trail. The wind covered up the traces behind me as a fresh coat of sand dunes placed itself on the marks. So now, I was left with no choice but to carry on and fulfill the wishes of my evil doppelganger. The marks led me to an obscure little hole to which I could see no end. I peered over the edge in the safest manner possible. However, no one could stop the inevitable. I fell right in!

I had 60 seconds of midair time to think why I was so clumsy and then without warning, I landed on a set off hard limestone rocks. I had definitely bruised a rib and might have ruptured a muscle or two. Eww! The filth entered my nostrils leaving me no choice but to sneeze. There was utter silence but for the sneeze echoing and bouncing from wall to wall. A creature appeared from the rear of the limestone cave and approached me, deftly it stepped trying not to fall into the cracks and crevices. It pranced around and then sat down on its rear to catch its breath. Its body was crystal-clear. Were they shards? Were they shrapnels? (My guessing skills are bad). My jaw fell, my eyes popped out and I blurted, it was a fox! Covered in crystals leaving not an ounce of its flesh uncovered. There was no silhouette and its transparent body made no shadow. I knew what I had to do. I punched in a few keys on my phone and it beeped in the tone of 9458712352. Now I just had to hold the creature long enough until the Jaisalmer Biological Park officials showed up, I grabbed the critter by its tail but it was more agile than I thought and got away. I pounced on it to give it a hug as if I was never going to give it a hug again. It was vulnerable. I looked into it’s eyes just to see my own scared eyes in them. It’s eyes were silently beseeching to save it from the climate and then it tugged as hard as it could. But once the park officials arrived with their tranquilizers, everything was under control.

I was on the stage shaking Mr Modi’s hairy and wrinkled hand as he stuffed a trophy into my free one. My mind was made and the vision was crystal-clear, I was going to be a zoologist. I had won award just for being clumsy and eventually discovering an astounding new species.

Discovering animals for you to see

Critters and dragons and giant bees

The animals that make you feel glee

Are all due to the zoologist, that’s me.

Arnav Gulati, 12 Years

Gurgaon

 

CRYSTAL CLEAR

 

Lost my way I definitely had

When I get back mom would be mad

All due to my camel who was bad

Reluctant to take on this poor lost lad.

I was definitely sitting in a microwave and I was the popcorn. The dish of the microwave (apparently the camel I was sitting on) was driving me nuts. The sun scorched and I could definitely cook scrambled egg on my head. Taking a vacation to the Thar in June was like asking to be set on fire. I had dozed off on my camel safari before my camel nudged me to wake up. Paying no heed, I drifted back to sleep until my manic camel whipped me, I guess even my camel was as moody as I was. Desperate to get me off, its tail came in handy. I fell down in the sand to come face to face with my seething, raged up camel. My legs sunk into the sand and I found myself plodding into the distance where I could see no horizon. I could see nothing but sand stretching all around. Then I saw the most bizarre thing ever! They were definitely pugmarks! In a desert??? Queer! But there was not even an iota of doubt.

I followed the trail. The wind covered up the traces behind me as a fresh coat of sand dunes placed itself on the marks. So now, I was left with no choice but to carry on and fulfill the wishes of my evil doppelganger. The marks led me to an obscure little hole to which I could see no end. I peered over the edge in the safest manner possible. However, no one could stop the inevitable. I fell right in!

I had 60 seconds of midair time to think why I was so clumsy and then without warning, I landed on a set off hard limestone rocks. I had definitely bruised a rib and might have ruptured a muscle or two. Eww! The filth entered my nostrils leaving me no choice but to sneeze. There was utter silence but for the sneeze echoing and bouncing from wall to wall. A creature appeared from the rear of the limestone cave and approached me, deftly it stepped trying not to fall into the cracks and crevices. It pranced around and then sat down on its rear to catch its breath. Its body was crystal-clear. Were they shards? Were they shrapnels? (My guessing skills are bad). My jaw fell, my eyes popped out and I blurted, it was a fox! Covered in crystals leaving not an ounce of its flesh uncovered. There was no silhouette and its transparent body made no shadow. I knew what I had to do. I punched in a few keys on my phone and it beeped in the tone of 9458712352. Now I just had to hold the creature long enough until the Jaisalmer Biological Park officials showed up, I grabbed the critter by its tail but it was more agile than I thought and got away. I pounced on it to give it a hug as if I was never going to give it a hug again. It was vulnerable. I looked into it’s eyes just to see my own scared eyes in them. It’s eyes were silently beseeching to save it from the climate and then it tugged as hard as it could. But once the park officials arrived with their tranquilizers, everything was under control.

I was on the stage shaking Mr Modi’s hairy and wrinkled hand as he stuffed a trophy into my free one. My mind was made and the vision was crystal-clear, I was going to be a zoologist. I had won award just for being clumsy and eventually discovering an astounding new species.

Discovering animals for you to see

Critters and dragons and giant bees

The animals that make you feel glee

Are all due to the zoologist, that’s me.

Anagha Rajesh, 13 Years

Gurgaon

There was something different about the new girl at my school

She dressed in colorful clothes, color on color, pattern on pattern. We never saw her without a peculiar hat on her head and her signature turquoise rain boots.

She hummed melodies no one had heard before, ones that would get stuck in our heads for days, weeks, months – always there in the back of our minds.

She laughed whenever she pleased, the sound deep and full and joyous. It didn’t seem to faze her that no one else laughed with her – it was just her and her laugh, in on their own secret.

She spoke with a lilting voice that always seemed to be smiling. A voice you could recognize on a busy street, amid cars honking and scattered chatter.

No one really said anything about her, instead choosing to ignore her. Pretending they weren’t curious about why she was laughing sat alone in the middle of the cafeteria. Pretending they weren’t wanting to know what tune she was singing that morning.  Pretending they were too good for someone like her. Someone different. No – not different. Someone who was themself.

There was something “different” about the new girl at my school, and I knew what it was. She dared to take on the world when everyone else hid and watched.

Saanvi Shakya, 11 Years

New Delhi

“There was no doubt those were pugmarks……”

Chris had just joined a new school. It was a splendid building which was lined with bright red bricks and it was very tall. When Chris entered the very first thing he saw was the play area and usually he was very fond of swings but this time it was different. You know Chris was having a hard time in the premises. The bullies were taunting Chris all the time and it is very difficult to face their words but his first friends whom he had made were helping him by chasing them away. It was as if Chris was the most gifted person in the world. He worshipped his friends and they also loved him.  

Well, Chris had a talent which you know most 10 year olds don’t possess and it was a very absurd talent and that was that he could sniff out any small crime like small thefts, savory stealers etcetera. It was a very nice and helpful talent.

So one day when Chris was going to his favorite bakery he saw that the owner of the bakery was shouting at the top of her voice. He stopped to ask what had happened. She knew that Chris was a good boy and told him that all the bread and milk was absurdly over. Chris smelt a very good and strong opportunity .The bakery’s owner miss plum was a very old woman and was also Chris’s best friend so she also knew about his powers. Chris was a very helping boy and so he set out to investigate the problem along with his first two friends he had made in school the very first day that were Zoe and brash. It was a very easy task as Chris was a pro in problems like this and it was easier when he could just sniff out the clues plus the help of his friends.    

The first clue he found was some of the spilt milk, the next were the bread crumbs and at last a proper clue came to his hand. The clue was made up of deep shapes printed on the freshly cemented ground. Zoe and brash helped him to identify that there was no doubt those were pugmarks. They all were living on the same street so they all knew about all the dogs there.

There was dog who nobody liked; he was not anybody’s pet but street dog. Being very small also he used to be very ferocious.as he was a very hungry dog his hunger often became a reason for his anger.

They started investigating his paws when he was asleep and it had matched with the pugmarks. So it was vividly clear that the little dog was so hungry, that he had to break into a shop. As a happy ending,  I would like to add that Chris took up the dog, raised him and he also named him Brazo(the name is an acronym which sums up Brash and Zoe’s name as they helped the investigation)

Samaira Khatri, 11 Years

Gurgaon

A stroll through the future

I was peacefully asleep,

When my alarm clock made its usual annoying beep,

I woke up and saw

Something has changed for sure!

My bed was in the air it was quite high,

I was terrified I can’t lie,

I went to change and saw my clothes looked like space suits,

For shoes I had large metal boots.

I went out and saw buildings that never end,

And little kids playing with friends,

They jumped high,

And stayed in the air for a while!

There was a market nearby,

The people who knew each other shouted, ‘Hi’,

But instead of fruits and vegetables,

There were weird metal gadgets on the tables.  

Instead of cars,

The means of transport were large metal eggs that moved very fast,

Instead of walking on the ground,

Some wore shoes that levitated a few feet above the ground!

I knew it was not 2019,

I asked a passing stranger, ‘what year will this be’?

‘This is the year 2050’

This I cannot believe,

I’m in the year 2050!

Then I hear screaming, ‘SAMAIRA DON’T MAKE ME TELL YOU TWICE

I DON’T LIKE SCREAMING IT IS NOT NICE

BUT YOU NEED TO GET UP

OR YOU’LL MISS THE BUS ’.

I opened my eyes,

It took me a minute to realize,

It was just a dream,

I was back in the year 2019!!

Vihaan Dhameja,

Grade 5, Suncity School

It seems my wish came true. I was in the year 2050

I was sleeping in my room when I heard a thwack,

The old and dirty window had got a big crack.

I was just in time to see a big snowball melting on the floor

And then I saw a robot standing on the door.

The robot said he wanted to clean the room

So I went outside while the robot took out his automatic broom.

I got outside and thought that this was just my dream

So I knocked my head twice but then I just screamed.

Then I headed towards the garden that was really incredible

Because of the trampoline that was healthy, tasty and edible.

Then I realized that I was standing on the wall,

Due to my magic shoes that did not let me fall.

My shoes had buttons so I pressed one of them,

And then my face smashed to the floor.

After that I don’t know how I reached the sky,

But then I was really happy because I was able to fly.

This dream day was the start of the year 2050

And it seemed that my dream had come true.

Agastya Sharma  

Noida

Nature’s Call

Naman sat lazily on the sofa, munching on a packet of chips. He was watching cartoons, waiting for his favourite, AstroMan to the Rescue! He was alone at home, except his sister, Kaavya, who was in her bedroom upstairs. He was dreaming of how AstroMan would cream SkullGhoul and send him to space jail, when the phone in the kitchen rang.

“Hey Naman. I need you to come to the ranger park now. There’s something you should see. Bye.”

He contemplated for a minute and then shouted, “Come on, Kaavya. We’re going to the ranger park.”

They walked to the park, moving fast. When they reached, their father was bent over the mud while their mother took notes and measurements. Kaavya walked over to the control room while Naman headed over to his parents.
“What happened?” he asked.
“We found a dead boar, shot in the heart. And a bear which was breeding, in its own cave, dead. Cruel.” his dad said.

Naman, with his inquisitive nature, walked around, searching for clues. He gasped. There was no doubt. They were definitely pugmarks. And with them, a fresher trail of tyres in the most reserved part of the national park. This could mean only one thing.
Poachers.

Naman took the forest ranger jeep, along with Kaavya and a certified driver of the reserve. Following the pugmarks, they soon realized that they were heading to the elephant district. They decided to continue on foot, with their forest survival kit, straddled on Naman’s back. They cut down swathes of leaves as they moved along. Naman stopped abruptly and signalled to Kaavya to keep quiet. He moved a leaf, and in front was a jeep. Walking away the jeep, were four men. And each of them brandished a gun.

Naman and Kaavya silently followed the four men through the long grass. They stopped again, for just before them was an African elephant. This particular specimen came from South Sudan. A smuggler had brought this elephant to India to sell off at a hefty price. He had got caught at the peak of his business, and his money had been confiscated by the Government and some of it had been used to build this reserve.

The poachers stopped as well. The one in front signalled to the others. One of them took out a herb which Naman and Kaavya knew elephants could not resist. The elephant smelt it and started walking towards them. A third took out a gun, and aimed. The siblings could not help it. They dived for the man, who was overpowered. Having the element of surprise, the siblings soon overpowered the four men. They plucked the herb from the man’s hand and fed it to the elephant. And then, they returned home.

The poachers were handed over to the police, awaiting trial.

Three days later
Naman sat on the sofa, once again waiting for his show to start.
The phone didn’t ring.
All was quiet.