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Sara’s Selection, February 2021

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – 

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins

And spring is not far. There is so much hope, so much to look forward to that I am sure, Ms Sara will be bringing us a lovely collection this month too. I wish you all a colourful spring and a fabulous journey into Ms Sara’s world… (pssst… if you get the time, do look up the poem I have quoted by Hopkins). Now over to Ms Sara…

Thank you. Yes, it is a colourful spring that we look forward to. Let us begin with some writing on nature…

Essays

While we wait for spring, twelve-year-old Anoushka Chopra from Kolkata writes a small personification of the wind… which reminds of the beginning of Shakespeare’s Blow, Blow thou winter wind

‘A Strong, Loud Wind’

By Anoushka Chopra

The wind leaped across the sky, howling in anger. It lifted its powerful arms and destroyed everything that came in its path. The grey swirling wind gave a malevolent grin. It blew with great force and speed, like an angry person craving for revenge and smashed the glass windows and rattled the doors.

Then, gradually it slowed down, its speed dropped, its force seemed to vanish and within a few minutes the strong, damaging wind turned into a small breeze, smiling innocently as if it had done nothing more than blow gently around.

Thirteen-year-old Aanya Surana from Kolkata uses a letter writing (or epistolary) technique to write about the scarlet ibis, a bird that is as vibrant as spring in it’s colours.

The Scarlet Ibis

By Aanya Surana

42 Ribbon Street
Kolkata-700023
26th November, 2020

Dear Riya,
Its been a while since we have caught up with each other, I hope you’re doing  well. I know we’ve lost touch ever since I moved to Brazil for my further  studies, but I really miss you and would do anything to stay as attached and close as we were before.

The weather here is so beautiful as the autumn season is passing and the winter is setting in. During this time of year, we generally have  expeditions. As a part of the science class activity, we went to a bird sanctuary. It was so beautiful.

I was in charge of a group of children from class six and we were led by an ornithologist. He was so experienced that he  could identify the only check with their chirping noise. We saw a number of  birds but across the lake there was a beautiful flock of vibrant, colourful,  scarlet coloured birds which was were rare species known as scarlet ibis.

I was so mesmerized seeing the beautiful red bird that I could sit there forever and enjoy the calmness around her. Our ornithologist told a lot about that bird  and I found it very interesting . He told us that the scarlet ibis is a sociable and gregarious bird, and very communally-minded regarding the search for food  and the protection of the young. I thought that it would be a fun activity to feed the bird so the students and I asked our guide what it ate. He said that it had a varied diet and that it and it ate stuff like crabs frogs worms and insects. Hearing this, the students stepped back from feeding it because they were terribly scared of worms and insects themselves!

We went  further inside the sanctuary and saw numerous and rare species of  the bird. It was a trip to remember.

Give my greetings to uncle and aunt and I hope you like the pictures I have sent because I know you love nature and everything about it.

Hope to see you soon.
Your loving friend,
Radhika

Next, we move away from nature for a bit. Eight-year-old Nirav tells us what he thinks school uniforms are necessary — he believes it strongly!

All Students Should Wear School Uniforms

By Nirav

Uniforms are an excellent idea that can help school students be more disciplined. It is my belief that uniforms are a great way to maintain a level of social equality. Dress code eliminates competition and creates an equal environment.

If there is no uniform, children, who are rich, will wear branded clothes and children who are poor will wear regular and simple clothes. The poor children will feel left out because they will be different.

Without school uniform, students will spend more time on picking out clothes rather than doing work. School uniforms, thus, help maintain a school’s academic standards.

I belong to an Institution which is almost two hundred years old and I take great pride in wearing my uniform and it identifies me to an educational institute which is the finest in the country.

My winter uniform is the best as it makes me looks good and everybody calls me handsome.

Poetry

We start with a poem to Earth.

Six-year-old Mayuri Sriram speaks from her heart in this poem to save the Earth. May we all feel as passionate about saving nature.

Dear Mother Earth

By Mayuri Sriram

Dear mother Earth,
You are our saviour,
You are our best thing,
We show respect to you.

You are the planet with blue and green
You are our mother Earth!
I wish people would stop polluting you,
What a graceful presence you are.
I will save you!

Earth is really the best home we can imagine, isn’t it? We can breathe easily in its atmosphere. There is water to drink and so much of greenery and food. And we have developed so many lovely things … like music and the piano.

Twelve-year-old Asmita Ramalingam from Houston, Texas, has penned a beautiful poem expressing her gratitude to her piano.

I Am Grateful For My Piano

By Asmita Ramalingam

I am grateful for my piano --
The black and white checkered across,
The cool, hard touch,
The crisp sound.
Music in my head is never lost.
 
Sharing the delightful melody,
With my teacher,
Friends,
Family,
And the list does not soon end.
 
My fingers move like a waterfall.
As I flip the pages of my book,
The tune draws me in,
As if it’s a hook.
 
“Music takes you to a magical place I say,”
And I am grateful for my piano,
Today and everyday.

We have another poem on what we all have been doing the past year — online learning. Eight-year-old Jhanvi Shah from Mumbai pens this relatable and funny poem about the perils of online learning.

Disconnected Teacher

By Jhanvi Shah

The teacher gets disconnected,
From the meeting.
The host does not let her in.
The teacher says, “Hey… that’s cheating”!
 
She gets disconnected,
Again and again.
Everyone is happy.
Even bored little Ben.
 
She has got bad network.
“What’s the problem with that anyways?
I’ll fix it all up,”
The teacher says.
 
So the next day she comes,
With a computer brand new.
She tells the students,
“I’ve got to talk to you.”
 
“Listen, listen students all,
Corona will end anyways..."
But there she gets disconnected,
“Not again!”, the teacher says.

Stories

And what an interesting ouvre we have this month. We start by stepping out of this planet — towards a large, large universe…

Eleven-year-old Adwaith Menon from Chennai brings us a story with friendly aliens.

A Day With The Aliens

By Adwaith Menon

Hey guys! My name is Ray Jones and I am about to tell you a strange incident that happened to me.

Two years ago, I was sitting in my room studying for my exams. I was so preoccupied, I even refused my dinner.

After preparing for my exams, I went out to get some fresh air. I looked up at the dark night and said, “How beautiful!” I saw a streak of light in the sky and followed it. Suddenly, I felt myself beamed up into the sky. I fainted.

I woke up to the sound of a person yelling, “Species number 661 captain — they are called humans.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the speaker was an alien. Another alien being, with big bulging eyes, said: “Thank you Commander.”

He paused to look at me. “So, human…”

I interrupted him, “How do you know my language?” I asked.

“Who are you and where am I?” I screamed.

“Calm down my friend. My name is Twackey. We have a machine on board called the Languaphone which allows us to understand and speak other languages and are plugged in inside our ears. You are on board the Starlight V-7,” he said. Then he helped me stand up.

“Brrrrr”, my stomach started to growl. I hadn’t had my dinner and was hungry.

“Hungry, are you? Well, me too,” Twackey said with a smile.

He led me into a huge room and offered me food. I was happy and shocked at the same time to see that it wasn’t some alien food but something that I was used to eating.

“Our chef, Mr Rabuto, knows how to prepare all kinds of food that different species eat,” Twackey explained to me seeing my reaction.

After eating, he took me on a tour of the spaceship. He showed me a 5-D simulator, a theater for space shows, an in-built amusement park and a library. Seeing all the books in the library made me think of my home and I started feeling home-sick. Sensing me, Twackey said to me, “ Feeling homesick huh?”

“I am sorry but I have to go home now,” I said. He smiled at me affectionately. “I understand. Bye Ray!”, he said.

I bid him goodbye too.

Then, in a flash, I appeared on my bed. But…but…I thought. I didn’t go to bed, or did I? I looked up hoping it had all been real.

 

If you were a pet dog what would your life be like? Eight-year-old Mahit Verma from Kolkata believes he would be a loyal and courageous dog with a thirst for adventure.

My Life As A Pet Dog

By Mahit Verma

Hi everyone! I am a brown bulldog born in the woods and as soon as I turned a month old, I was transferred to a pet shop.

As luck would have it, I was bought by a small boy called Ronan. On his birthday, he bought me as a present for himself. Since I was a present, I was decorated with a stylish bow dog collar. Ronan picked me up and I licked him all over, being the affectionate dog that I am!

Ronan believed I was his best gift and I felt very proud about that. But I think he gave me the best gift – himself and my name ‘Bringo’.

Everyone loved me in the family, especially Ronan, who treated me like his own brother.

Sundays were much awaited as I went for longer walks near the river and got more dog treats and scrumptious food. The other days I used to get a drive in the car( but I like open air more and running in the garden )as I went to drop him to school.

Let me tell you all humans are not the same. Some boys used to come kick me and pull my tail at school. I too have my friends at the dog shelter where I am taken weekly and, boy, do we have a gala time!

All in all life was fantastic. But as they say with the good comes the evil. The date 25th September will be etched in my heart forever.

On that frightful dreaded night, the sky was overcast with dark and misty clouds. The wind was blowing hard. Nature was at its darkest best. We had stepped out for our evening walk along the river but my fright got the better of me and I jumped onto Ronan’s lap. And Ronan skid over the muddy surface. The next moment my Ronan was gone. The strong river current had sucked him in.

I yelped for help but not a single soul was around. I ran along the river bank but there was no sight of Ronan. The very thought I could lose him forever made me muster courage and, splash, I was in the middle of the river!

Fighting the current, swimming for miles and miles, braving the storm, I felt I had donned the Iron Man’s suit. At last my prayers was were answered when I saw Ronan holding onto a bushy shrub. I grabbed him by his leg and swam ashore.

Finally we were home. Everyone shrieked with relief and shed happy tears on seeing us. I was gifted a gold made collar for my bravery by the Rescue Academy.

Five years have passed since that day and we have opened a dog training institute where I flash my gold collar as a chief instructor.

And let us stay with our animal friends…Six-year-old Shanaya Singh from Kolkata saw something amazing while she was out playing in the garden. Do read to know what she saw!

A Happy Squirrel Family

By Shanya Singh

One fine morning, while I was playing in my garden, the weather was so good. The wind was blowing on the branches of the trees. I could hear birds jumping around me. Suddenly, I heard a husky barking around the tree branch.

On hearing the sound, one squirrel came and sat next to her father on the branch. Next, I heard both of them squeaking and calling ‘Kiki’. Then another squirrel came out of the hole. I heard similar chirping and I saw one more squirrel joining them on the branch. All of them squeaked and barked together.

Kati, a tiny squirrel came running and sat next to them. They all started to swing in the air and play happily. How loving and caring they were! I also named the father squirrel Kally.

It was a pleasure to see the beauty of nature. Did you know that animals and birds communicate with each other?

What a lovely drawing of the squirrel and her family. Thank you Shanya and all our good friends from Bookosmia. We look forward to the madness of March — let us dream of a colourful spring and a lovely year ahead. This is Ms Sara wishing you all adieu!

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Sara’s Selection, January 2021

Hello folks!

A very Happy New Year to all of you, and especially to Ms Sara. We always hope for a better future — let it be filled with magic, stars and rainbows! And may we all be able to interact with all our families and friends… This time Ms Sara has a cheerful collection giving hope in the New Year — 2021! Presenting Ms Sara in 2021–

Thank you! Ms Sara is back again. Hey there everyone, wish you a fabulous New Year on this page, both on behalf of Bookosmia and Borderless.

Poetry

We start with poetry welcoming the New Year. Here is a jolly poem talking of a jolly time, by 9 year old Noah Batolar from Gurgaon.

A Jolly Time of the Year

By Noah Batolar

Christmas is a jolly time of the year

Where everyone opens up to good times and cheer.

Nothing can stop this holiday

Almost everyone celebrates this day.

All negative thoughts are thrown into a pit —

Christmassssssssssssss, what a jolly time.

Put up the decorations,

Light up the fireplace,

Sing the carols and

All of that is just the beginning for a cheerful new year!

7 year old Anvi Sankhyan from Gurgaon now gives us a fun poem about Aliens!

Green Blue No Clue

By Avni Sankhayan

In the black space

Two Aliens in their UFO’s

were having a race.

They stopped

As their view was blocked

By a ball which was blue

But they had no clue

It was green which nobody had seen.

What is this beautiful place

Which has stopped their race?

Mountains, rivers, beautiful humans, desert, snow —

They wanted to know.

They went into a little girl’s dream

So that she would not scream.

The little girl said this:

 My mother Earth full of trees, life which makes it green 

Which you haven’t seen.

The water makes it blue. 

Now you got the clue!!

Next, we have a little mischievous take by 10 year old Shreyash Bajaj from Singapore. Warning: Please do not try it out!

How To Bunk School– A Poetic Recipe

By Shreyash Bajaj

Ingredients:

A cup of sleeping
A jar of excuses
A tablespoon of lateness
A teaspoon of secrecy
A bowl of willingness
2 cups of plans
A pinch of cleverness
A spoon of hiding.

Directions:
Wake up late,
You’re doing great!

Go over the plan again,
How and when.

Don’t brush your teeth
Don’t make your bed.
Go over the excuses in your head.

Go and make a fuss.
Try to miss the bus.

When you arrive at school,
Keep your cool.

Find a place,
To hide your face.

And lastly,
Have secrecy.

So now don’t be a fool,
Start bunking school!

Stories

We move on to stories now. Here is 9 year old Prakalya Krishnamurthi from Erode, Tamil Nadu taking us on an exciting marine adventure.

Julia and Dolphi

By Prakalya Krishnamurti

One pleasant day,  I, Dolphi , the dolphin and my friend, Walrus were playing at the seashore. We met a girl, her name was Sarah. She used to come walking with her dad. Sarah loved to play with me and Walrus so we became best-friends and buddies. A week later, Sarah came walking, her face down and smile missing. Walrus and I asked her, “Why are you sad? Come let’s play.”

Sarah said, “Hmmm….There’s a pet contest at my school, Oakland Elementary and I have no pets at home. I don’t know what I’m going to do on that day in school.”

We got an idea!

“Aren’t we your lovable pets and your best-friends and buddies too?”

Sarah was so happy and said, “You guys are so kind! Ok, now let’s get on with the contest. The contest is in a couple of months. So you both prepare the   tricks. I will prepare the props and costumes, sounds good?”

“Yay! Wonderful, I am so happy to be with you Sarah,” I said.

We practiced for the contest everyday at the sea shore.

“Ok, you both are performing very well and I am sure we’ll win the prize tomorrow,” said Sarah. “I will come tomorrow at 8 o’clock to pick you up for the contest.”

“Ok, Sarah, we will wait by the sea shore,” I said.

We were playing happily at the shore without knowing that we were about to be captured. Suddenly, two hunters saw us playing. They came quietly and captured us and sold us to a ‘Sea School’.

The next morning, Sarah went to pick us up but we were not there. She searched the whole seashore. Sarah started to worry and went to the contest  alone. The contest started at the open auditorium, which had a big pool in the center. Everybody performed. At last Sarah’s name was called out.  She went next to the pool with a sad face. Suddenly, she heard voices calling her, “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah! ”

It was us! She was astonished to see us but without another word we started  our performance. We gave a mind blowing performance and won the first  prize. Sarah was really happy but she wanted to know what had  happened. We understood her and answered her question, “Ok, we will tell you,” I said. “That day, when were practicing the tricks, suddenly we were  captured in a net by hunters. They left us at a Sea School. There, two caretakers came to see if we were valuable animals for the school. Luckily,  they were very kind. After we told them our story, they immediately said we will help  you get to your contest.”

Sarah hugged us tightly and said, “You both are the best friends in the world!” Suddenly a big wave of snow fell over us.

I opened my eyes and was looked around. I realized that it was only my dream and I was a dolphin in the dream. Slowly, I, Julia realized that after I went to Shedd Aquarium in Chicago with my family to see a dolphin show, I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. In my dreams, I had imagined my adventure as a Dolphin.  

My whole family laughed and my little brother rolled on the floor when he heard my story.

Here is an adventurous story by 8 year old Kiyan Jal Bulsara from Kolkata that will spur you into action. Aliens, monsters and a young hero….get ready!

Run for your life

By Kiyan Jal Bulsara

One day Mike got up and quickly readied himself for school because he was late. When he reached school, it started to rain very heavily. It just wasn’t his day. Somehow he was able to dash into school in the nick of time.

Mike saw something form in the sky, he was curious. It was a massive portal. After five minutes, thousands of monsters started to fall out of the portal and everyone started to panic except for Mike.

He went out of school and asked one of the monsters why they had come to planet Earth? The monster, whose name was Gigi, told Mike that the most  powerful villain Choba had escaped and was on a killing spree. Choba had  killed the king of all monsters, Nachi, so he could take over the throne and be the next king.

Therefore, they had come to ask for help. Mike called the Monster Busters and told them what had happened. They formed teams and were ready for the  battle. The Monster Busters used special weapons like a lightsaber to battle  Choba. The battle started the next day and finished after ten days and the  humans won but thousands of innocent busters died.

The monsters went back to their planet and promised to live in peace and harmony.

Watch out! 7 year old Aadya G from Chennai has her own Frozen sequel written out and this one is in India!

Anna and Elsa’s Visit to Taj Mahal

By Aadya G

Once upon a time there lived two sisters Anna and Elsa. They lived in Arendale. Christoph, Olaf and Sven were their friends.

One day they were gazing at Arendale’s palace and wondering if there could be a more amazing building. They wondered if there were more such beautiful monuments  across the world.

Christoph said, “I know a beautiful palace in India called  Taj Mahal. It is located in Agra and is one of the seven wonders of the world.”

Everyone got excited and said they wanted to visit the Taj Mahal. They started their trip to Taj Mahal by flying to India.They looked for a taxi ride and finally got one to drive to Taj Mahal. On their  way,  they saw a big giant monster. Anna quickly put a fireball on the monster.

The monster ran away. Finally, they reached Taj Mahal. They were surprised to see the Taj Mahal. They saw that it was very large and   made of white marble. They were excited to see the beautiful  carvings on Taj Mahal. They sang and danced and had lots of fun at the Taj Mahal.

Essays

If you were a bird in a zoo, how would you feel? Would you love it? Or, would you  rather be free?

9 year old Atreyo Bhattacharyya from Kolkata shares his perspective, in this epistolary (letter writing) piece.

Exciting Egret

By Atreyo Bhattacharya

Dear Grandpa,
I am very sad as I have been locked up in this cage. I am in an enclosure named ‘The Egrets’. But people still admire me for my beautiful snow white plumage.

We have cages that restrain a bird from flying away. I was brought to this zoo by a man named Kalan. He first dug a big hole and then covered it with leaves. Without seeing properly, I stepped on that and fell into it. I miss my freedom and how I used to roam around and jump from one tree to the other.

But the advantages of this zoo are that I regularly get good food to eat and big bowls of water everyday. My life in this zoo is comfortable because the people give me food and water at the right time and take care of me properly.

But I feel lonely here because I can’t talk to my friends. Slowly, I am forgetting  how to fly as this is a small cage, nor do they allow us to fly much. My flight feathers are becoming of no use. I miss my freedom and abhor this life of a prisoner.

Hope I could fly back to you whenever I wish as I used to do….

Miss you Grandpa
Yours lovingly,
Jack

This thoughtful essay by 9 year old Sia Patel from Ranchi is one that unites the whole Earth under a single rainbow.

The Seven Colours of the Rainbow

By Sia Patel

When I was small, my dad always told me how important it was to love and  respect every individual, be it our own family members or strangers.

He always gave me the example of a rainbow.

How people looked forward to see the rainbow after the rains. The colours, when united look, so beautiful and have a unique identity, just like our  country. Unity in diversity.

The seven colours of rainbow always lived happily together.

One day the colours started to fight among themselves on how important and powerful they are individually.  They forgot how beautiful they looked united.  Each colour wanted to show off their own importance. Because of their differences, they started living separately.

Children were disappointed as they could no longer spot the rainbow when the sun shone after it rained.

Rainbows were only in stories and pictures now. Soon people stopped looking for a rainbow in the sky. The colours were so busy fighting that they never realised that slowly they were losing their significance.

The colours, who had started living separately, felt sad and lonely.

They lost their charm.

One day a little girl heard stories about rainbow from her grandmother. She  was upset to hear about their fights and decided to help the seven colours become friends again.

Slowly the colours realised how powerful and beautiful they looked when  united. Together they brought smiles and happiness into so many people’s life. They  never fought again and promised to stay together.

If every individual realises their role and importance in staying together, there will be no hatred in the world.

Hey friends, Sara here. 10-year-old Khushyati Sachwani from Hoshangabad, Madhya Pradesh shares her heartfelt experience on how her dad and her family faced the Corona virus.

My Father is a Corona Warrior

By Khushyati Sachwani

I was disturbed from the moment I heard that my father has tested positive for coronavirus. I immediately Googled and tried to find out the ways to help him get rid of it but it was not as easy. 

For a few days, we had to separate from him. He had to be admitted to a hospital. Initially his condition was not too good. It was difficult to stay with other patients who were also suffering from the same but he did not lose courage. He was deprived of love, family and home food but he kept our spirits up by assuring us that this would last only a few days then he would meet us soon, hale and hearty. 

His optimism felt heroic to me and I realised that my father is certainly a warrior who, with his positive bent of mind, defeated this disease and came back home safely. 

Here is the last essay, hoping 2021 will a year full of hope, hope embodied by the young writers who write here. We hope for a future which can only get better. Sia Patel from Ranchi gives as another lovely piece — a wonderful welcome to the new year, even after a very tough 2020.

It’s Time to Leave 2020 Behind

By Sia Patel

2020 wasn’t as exciting as I thought. It was more like a prison but it was good spending quality time with my parents, my sister and my pet dog. In this pandemic I hardly bothered about day, date, and month because everyday seemed the same to me.

Soon online classes started. Initially, it was boring as no one understood the instructions given by the teachers. They did not mute themselves and time was wasted. We could not talk to our friends which was the worst part. If it  would have been school I could have played with them at lunch break but there was no school so no playing and mostly no talking.

Soon we made a friends group on mobile and we started doing zoom meetings but that also did not happen often as our parents restricted our screen time. Because of this pandemic, I wasn’t able to meet my new class teacher or my  new friends in the class.

I did get to learn many new things while staying at home like  doodling from a  book by Liz Pichon known as Tom Gates. I read lots of books, yes, a total of 31 books! Few things were really fun doing while staying at home.

What I missed most was celebrating festivals like we did earlier and vacations to a new place. Everything was restricted with a limited number of friends and relatives. I even lost my grandfather in September this year due to his illness. I miss him so much. He loved and pampered my sister and me a lot.

The only thing that was good this year was I got my first pet dog, Bingo.  He is very cute and mostly a good friend of mine. I had so many plans for 2020 with my friends. We had already discussed our ideas for celebrating our birthday parties with different themes but nothing could be executed because of  coronavirus. We did most of the celebrations virtually this year.

Now that it’s time for the year end of 2020 so let’s welcome 2021 and say goodbye to 2020. Let’s  stay strong for facing all the problems in future and  hope that 2021 brings lots of good time and positivity to everyone.

And now this is Sara wishing you hope for the new year and a fantastic future.

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Sara’s Selections, December 2020

Halloo Readers!

We are back this month with a collection of poems, stories and essays. Christmas, Hannukah, New Year and more… What will the festivites and the new year unfold? Here is writing with hope and happiness for a better future. It never ceases to amaze how wise and full of fun Bookosmians are! So, at end of the year, we handing over now to the glamorous Ms Sara, our favourite presenter.

Thank you for the compliment. And our festivities continue into December with more fun and dreams that draw us closer to your fantastic ideas. We start with poetry.

Poetry

10 year old Dhriti Keni from Chennai speaks for so many of us, when she talks of the world books unravels for us.

What I find in books 

Travelling throughout the world
Meeting new people
Living the life
Being lost all alone
In a completely new land.

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Seeing the tall and high mountains
The enormous sky
The hot burning lava
Visiting new lands.

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Feeling the happiness
Of reading books
Meeting kings of the past
Saying hello to the green goblins.

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Dancing with princes and princesses
Living at royal castles
Solving new adventures
Swimming through enchanted oceans.

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Opening hidden past lives
Discovering new doors
Solving mysterious adventures.

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Some say reading
Maybe a hobby
But for me it’s my life.

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In unknown lands
There are mysteries
Awaiting to be solved.

Here is a wonderful nature poem on the ‘ Golden Crowned Crane’ by 8 year old Arkendu Banerjee from Kolkata.

Golden Crowned Crane

A bird from the family of crane,

With a grey coloured crown.

We will call it a grey crowned crane,

With a speciality itself in its name.

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A bird with grey crown,

Not found in the Indian town.

It’s the national bird of Uganda,

Not less famous than Anaconda.

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Displays its dance  in the rains,

It is omnivorous and eats insects and grains.

And makes a honking sound,

When it moves around.

13 year old Riva Agarwal from Kolkata has something special to say to her dad. Read on.

A father’s love is underrated

We all have seen movies and read books,
On how hard our mothers work and cook.

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It is true, they work hard, but so do our fathers,
Their love should be appreciated more often too.

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I have always wanted to be like my father when I grow,
He makes me see the world with a different view.

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Whenever I have problems he is there to assist,
The ways he has helped me, would make quite a list.

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His wisdom and knowledge has shown me the way,
And I am thankful for him everyday.

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I might not tell him often enough,
But he is the one I truly love.

And here are some interesting stories.

Stories

8 year old S.Sanjana from Chennai shares this powerful story to wake us up to the issues of deforestation.

An Old Neem Tree

“Wake up, you are getting late,” said my Mom.

I am a part of a Science Club in my school and my teachers were planning for a  visit to the nearby local forest, to help us learn about plants and insects. All of us were excited!

We reached the forest. Our teacher  asked us to pair up and we started  walking into the woods. The sad part was that we were not able to see much of trees there. We saw some shrubs, bushes and some butterflies. Here and  there, we saw some huge trees.

Suddenly, I heard some noise. When I turned back, I saw a tall old neem tree.I continued walking. Again, I heard the same noise.

With confusion and curiosity, I saw the neem tree weeping. I could not believe  my eyes. I went near the tree and asked how could it talk, and what was the reason to cry?

The tree said that a gang of people used to come at night and cut down the trees. The people residing near by were not aware of it. If this continued, the forest will be destroyed. “Please help us!” said the neem tree.

After hearing this, I called my friends and told them what had happened, but no one believed me. So I went and informed some people residing there. I asked them to monitor the forest at night.

Next day the same people came to my house and said that they caught the gang and handed over to the forest department. The people appreciated and thanked me.

Next week I went to the same forest with my parents. The old neem tree was so happy and it shed its leaves and flowers on me.

The neem tree said, “Thank you so much, dear. You saved the forest.”

Even now I can’t believe it happened. Did we become so inattentive as humans, that a tree had to come alive and talk to us, to save our own forest?

Avoid deforestation.

Neem tree with flowers: Photo courtesy; Wiki

A powerful story by 12-year-old Karthik S from Bangalore gives a perfect lesson as the COVID vaccine seems likely in the near future. Hoping the execution would be smooth and well thought of, leaving our past differences behind!

COVID Vaccine for Animals

Far, far away in the Gir forest in Gujarat, there lived animals and they all had a meeting for settling the issue of creatures panicking because of COVID-19 and the lockdown started by King Simba in the forest of Gir. So, some animals came and asked for the vaccine.

King Simba announced a forest meeting at his den near the big rock and asked the royal messenger, Mr. Ping to spread the message to the respective administrators– Mr. Sharko, administrator for the sea; Mr. Oogway, Minister of the sea; Mr. Toadhog, administrator for the amphibians; Ms. Bunny, Minister of rodents; Mr. Jerry, Administrator of the farms; Mr. Pete-Administrator of the sky and Ms. Buzz- Administrator of the insects.

At last he called his royal priest, Mr.  Ellyvant and his royal minister for the meeting, Ms .Pam Pam. Mr. Goat, who had spoken against King Simba last time was not invited.

They all sat down comfortably near a tree and started discussing the issue.

Elephant: Where is King Simba?
Panda: Yeah! Where is he?
Shark: We are where he told us to come.
Turtle: Let us wait. I think he is getting ready.
Lion: ROAR!!!!! I am here.
Parrot: At last he is here.
Rabbit: King Simba, what were you doing all this time?
Mouse: Everyone is getting scared of going out.
Camel: No one is coming out for water because of the fear of this virus. We need water supply and the canal is a little far.
Bee: None of the insects are coming out. Bees are not making honey as they cannot go out to collect nectar.

Lion: Yes, I understand all your concerns and that’s why I have brought Mr. Ellyvant the elephant. Mr. Ellyvant knows about Ayurveda and he has prepared  a vaccine for us. Is it ready Mr. Ellyvant?

Elephant: Yes! Of course, I have prepared it so we can overcome this virus  anytime but there is a problem. This medicine needs tulsi leaves and I do not have any. The animals were unsure of what to do. Some of them got scared.

Goat: Wait, there is a small tulsi plant near the farm.

Everyone looked at Mr. Goat in surprise. Wasn’t he banned from the meeting?

King Simba walked slowly towards the goat. The animals were sure the goat would be punished.

Lion: What are we waiting for then? Let us go.

The animals were relieved.

Some things are more important than small fights. They all sat in a nice car and went to the farm for the tulsi leaves. Soon the vaccine got invented and they  happily lived ever after.

Here is yet another imaginative story by 8 year old Dia Nanavati from Ahmedabad.

A kingfisher named Lucy

Once upon a time in a forest called Congo, there was a Kingfisher named Lucy. She was the smartest kingfisher in the forest. Her friend was a hedgehog called Hosko. One day Lucy and Hosko went to play in the forest. While they were playing, it started getting dark and they got lost.

Hosko said, “We are lost and we don’t know where to go!” Lucy said, “Don’t worry, we will think of something.”

Suddenly they saw something sparkle like a star on the ground. Lucy picked it up to see what it was and realised it was a magic mirror. “Oh wow!” exclaimed Lucy. “Maybe we can use this magic mirror to home!”, said Lucy. But how?

Suddenly the mirror sparkled and a unicorn came out of it! The unicorn said it was sent by the magic mirror’s fairy God mother. Lucy and Hosko sat on the unicorn and reached home. They were tired so they went to sleep.

Another one of Lucy’s friends Sammy the parrot was passing by when he saw something strange on Lucy’s window. He peeked through Lucy’s window and saw a unicorn! He woke Lucy up excitedly and said, “Why is there a unicorn in your room?”.

Lucy said in a sleepy voice, “How will I know? Let’s ask the unicorn what she is doing here.”

The unicorn told Lucy, “My name is Holly and I’ve come to help you become the smartest kingfisher in the forest.” Lucy was thrilled until she realised, she already was the smartest kingfisher in the forest!

7 year old Ayaansh Patni from Kolkata is taking us off on a creative voyage, to Mars, no less. Vroooom!

A science competition, on MARS!

It was a science competition like no other. The location was Mars! 

My friend and I went to Mars in a spaceship. When we landed, we wore a suit so that we would get oxygen and we would not fly away due to lack of gravity. The competition was happening in an alien school. 

We showed off our invention- a dustbin that collected all the waste materials automatically. Then we all went to eat in the hostel and the aliens offered me to eat. I bit it and screamed as it hurt my tooth. It was a stone! What strange things aliens eat!

In their city, there were different types of animals that had big noses and ears. Even the sunset and sunrise were very different. Later we both saw something unusual. Plants were walking and talking!

On  the trees there were many fruits , chocolates and candies. By just standing under the tree we got one chocolate in our mouth. Candies tasted like juicy fruit in our mouth. The red soil made all the plants, trees bright red. It looked beautiful.  

The alien school taught us many different dances and instruments to play music. We were given a translation machine to understand them in a better way. We really enjoyed Mars. It was time for us to come back to Earth. The aliens gave us a lift. We thank our school for giving us this marvelous experience.

Now for some essays…

Essays

What do you want to be when you grow up? 13 year old Moksh Jain from Surat has a ready answer. Read on.

If I Were An Engineer

If I were an engineer, I would be wearing a long, white lab coat with M.E.O. written on it.

M.E.O is the full form of the company I am planning to create- Moksh’s Engineering Organisation. I would also be wearing those weird lightweight plastic glasses that people often wear in labs.

If I were an engineer, would work for the environment. I would make boats with magnets that would calibrate with the earth’s magnetic field and  help them propel from one location to another. Think of how much the  environment will benefit since no fossil fuels will be burnt!

Next,  I would make a device that would absorb greenhouse gases and convert it into oxygen. This device can be used in hospitals for patients on  ventilators who require oxygen to breathe. 

I would also make a spaceship that would be protected against radiation as the biggest challenge in covering planetary distances is radiation. My idea is to put in a machine that vibrates in a loop and produces electricity which will give it enough power to travel in outer space. 

So this in short, is what I would do, if I become an engineer. 

13 year old Gofiaa from Chennai writes on Christmas. Gofiaa is a person who loves to explore new things. She always likes to be unique in whatever she does. Her hobby is learning new languages.

All about Christmas

Hurray! December has finally come, which means Christmas time!

This is a joyful time where we give, receive presents, have big feasts, decorate  our home with lights and bells, having a wonderful time with our family and friends and of course receiving presents from Santa Claus and singing classic carols like jingle bells.

It reminds us of the importance of sharing, caring, living in peace and harmony with our loved ones. Now, let’s go back and see how it all started. During 6th  century B.C in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born in a barn in humble conditions.

Guess who it was? Yes, it was Jesus Christ. So we celebrate Christmas on  account of Lord Jesus’s birth. The celebration of Christmas started from Rome but it didn’t become a major Christian festival. Many Christmas traditions  started spreading little by little until 9th century. After that it became a major Christian festival.

Now let’s talk about Santa Claus, every kid’s favourite person! It is believed  that there lived a monk named St. Nicholas. He gave away all his inherited wealth and started helping the sick and the poor and buying gifts for children  during Christmas. He became popular for his kindness. Many people got  inspired by him and started helping poor and buying gifts for children. That is where the Santa Claus tradition began.

At first, when Christmas celebrations were started, it was only amongst  Christians but now it is celebrated by everyone, no matter who they are or what religion they belong to. On Christmas Eve, preparations are made like  Christmas dinner, decorations, buying gifts etc. It is the best time of the year for both kids and adults.

Christmas’s true message is to give up one’s very self, think of only of others,  bringing the greatest happiness to others and to unite with every human being  around the world. As the pandemic is here, let’s share our wishes and presents from safer distance.

Let us celebrate this Christmas safely and happily.

So, here is Sara wishing you all a fabulous Hannukah, Christmas & New Year! See you again in 2021

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Sara’s Selections, November 2020


Greetings!

We waft across the seas singing a happy song with the breeze! What a lovely world it is full of colour and festivities! Festivals from all over the world hop into this page — festivals through October and November. The fabulous Ms Sara will flit around the world on a festive spree through Deepavali, Durga Puja and Halloween and stories and writing around them.

Thank you for the lovely introduction. Hey everyone, your best friend Sara here!  What a time of the year, for celebrations ! We will start with the one closest. Diwali or Deepavali, the festival of lights.

Poetry

Eight year old Nirav Prakash from Kolkata shares his excitement for this amazing festival, in both words and pictures.

Bright And Booming!

Oh this is a beautiful festival of lights,
On this day, all friends and relatives unite.
We eat chocolates and sweetmeats with delight,
Decorate each corner with lamps and candle lights.
And enjoy firework all through the night,
I love Diwali, the festival of light.

I am a firecracker, I go “Boom,”
After making a mess, mother needs to broom,
My uncle loves me the most, who will soon be a groom.
I burst high up in the sky with the sound kaboom,
And my pet hides like a cartoon in my room,
I am a firecracker, I love to “Boom!”

Ibrahim Abdulkader likes to play table tennis and loves playing with his NERF guns and doing nerfwar with friends.

Oh ! I Cannot Wait For Diwali 

Diwali is the festival of lights
No dark nights , everywhere it is bright
Sparkles, crackers and fireworks at height
Brightens our hearts and souls with delight.

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Colourful new clothes we all wear
Girls with pony tails and decorated hair
Diyas I light, to decorate the windows and doors
Mom makes a beautiful rangoli to adorn the floor.

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No darkness and evil fills the night
Happiness shines with all its might
Think of those who know not what it is to enjoy
Together we can fill their hearts with lots of joy.

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Oh ! I cannot wait for Diwali
Wishing everyone a Happy Diwali .

While Durga Pooja was celebrated last month, nine year old Sruthika Murali from Kerala shared this creative poem on what would happen if Durga were to come alive.

Sruthika is an ardent reader and quite imaginative. She jots down few lines once in a while in her diary. She likes to observe things around us.

When Durga Comes Alive…

When Durga comes alive,

She will kill the evil ones and give us peace.

When Durga comes alive,

The trees will shiver and the floor will shake.

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When Durga comes alive,

She will be strong and very big,

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But really she is calm and quiet.

When Durga comes alive,

We should join our hands and pray.

And now Halloween, which was different this year because of the lockdown. But we had friends who could spook us out with their stories and poems! Nine year old Arunava Sengupta from Delhi, is doing just that. All set?

Arunava Sengupta enjoys reading books, painting, singing, playing cricket,  badminton, cycling and watching TV. He goes to Manava Bharati India International School, Delhi and is a student of Jabberwocky Speech and Drama

What A Spooky, Spooky Night!

On a dark and spooky night,
This day, everyone gets a FRIGHT!!
Your lights are blinking, is it a shock?
Oh, what a spooky, spooky night.

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A little rumble, a little creak
Your muscles are missing! You are weak!
A light is shining , it is so very bright
Oh, what a spooky, spooky night!

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Your door is banging! Somebody’s knocking!
Your lock is stuck, preventing you from opening!
A log was brought! The door was down!
Why it was me, dressed as a hound!

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“Mom!” I said. “I loved the outing!”
“Now I’ll go to bed.
Tomorrow is Halloween! I need some rest.”

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So he slept. His mask was beside him.
He’ll be bright the next day. Not dim.

Stories

And now we bring you stories around these festivals. Here is one by twelve year old Vania from Kolkata keeping our spirits high in the Durga Pooja festival, with her fantastic tale! 

Vania is a student of Modern High School For Girls, Kolkata. She is an avid reader and loves writing. During this lockdown, she has also published two books on Amazon Kindle.

Warrior Durga AKA The Female Alpha

Adorned with gold accessories, I leaped down to earth on my beloved pet lion, ten weapons in my ten hands — each weapon symbolising a different trait — the sword for wisdom, trident for peace and so on.

But…. silence greeted me. No one was out! There was no hustle bustle of the  early Puja crowd and not even the cawing of a crow.

Something had to be done, I decided. I called together a meeting.

“We need to do something about this virus,” said Lord Brahma.

“I will make the oceans churn and froth till then,” Lord Indra claimed.

“And I will make it rain,” said Lord Indra.

“No, no! That will ruin the humans’ life even more!” objected Parvati.

“What shall we do? Without making people miserable?” Lord Shiva added as an afterthought.

I fiddled with my arrow. It had been more than half a year since this  coronavirus had entered the humans’ life, inflicting damage and misery all around.

And worse? Durga Puja, my festival was just around the corner!  Durga Puja is supposed to be a time of strength, joy and unity. Not a time of sadness and torture!

And even worse? Brahma, Vishnu, Shakti, Shani, Indra — all had tried. But they failed.

“We’ve got to put an end to this,” I agreed.

“How Durga? You can’t kill a virus with your trishul!” Vishnu, my brother said.

It was true — but if Mahishasura could be killed, then why couldn’t this virus?

“What if we do it together? It might be possible then..,” I suggested.

“Yes… I agree. We should give it a try..” Saraswati said.

Slowly the Gods rose up from their thrones. I knew then that coronavirus would have to look out now.

 

Here is 12 year old Suhani Khemka taking us back to an exciting time, when she organised a Halloween party with friends.

How My Own Halloween Party Spooked Me! 

We stood behind the wall waiting for her to come and hoping that our plan  would work out flawlessly. My friend, Scarlett got so frightened on hearing the  name of ghosts that her heart missed a beat. My  friends and I knew how to take full advantage of this.

We had made an ingenious plan which we thought would succeed. We had completely used up our brains in preparing everything needed for our master plan to run smoothly. We stitched white cloth until it was perfect as costumes for ghosts.

The next thing we did, was call Scarlett, coaxing her to come over to my house  for a Halloween party which was difficult due to her disrelish for the festival.  With everything set, we were full of excitement and waited to get a nice chortle the next day.

On Halloween’s day, my friend and I stood behind the wall in our own stitched ghost costumes with the lights switched off. We lit candles and waited — waiting for Scarlett’s footsteps to approach. There was a sound. We played the spooky music and slowly shook from side to side, back to front, trying to whoosh the way we had practiced.

Not hearing any yell, we picked up a candle up to see who it was. On the sight of a black ghost, my friend and I squealed as a chill ran down our spine, until someone turned on the lights. From beneath the black costume, Scarlett and my mother revealed themselves.

A rib-tickling scene it was for my mother, who had heard our plan and played  the prank back on us. Scarlett was on cloud nine laughing, whereas we with  our heads down, went out of the room exasperated. The events of the day  made us pledge not play such a prank again when adults are around.

Six year old Parva Patel from Ahmedabad has a wonderful story that underlines not every dracula is bad. Here is a interesting take on the classic tales.

Dracula Prince and Rapunzel

Somewhere in the middle of long long ago, there was a Dracula Kingdom and it was ruled by a very cruel king.

But there was a ray of hope in the kingdom when the Queen gave birth to a  son. They called him Blade.

Years later, when Blade was trying to visit human land, the king tried to stop his son. He said, “Never go into the human world because they are clever and  can betray you, like I was betrayed once.”

But instead of listening to his father Blade went into the human world because  he was mischievous. He climbed up an old tree to see the view of the human  land. And just while getting down, he fell down but his fangs got stuck in the  branch of the tree. He was crying for help and just then a brave girl who was hunting in the forest, heard his voice. She was the brave princess of human  land.

Her name was Rapunzel.

She was shocked to see a dracula. But she decided to help him. She  immediately saved him and told him that his father was wrong. All humans are  not bad just like all draculas are not bad.

So Blade went to his dad and told him about what had happened in the forest.

The king understood and said that he wanted to meet Rapunzel. When  Rapunzel came to Dracula Kingdom, the king and queen thanked her for  saving their son’s life. The king also said sorry for hurting humans and  misunderstanding them.

Blade and Rapunzel became best friends and helped draculas and humans  whenever they were in trouble.

Essays

Dusshera celebrates the victory of Ram over Ravan, symbolic of evil. Seven year old Darshali Agarwal from Bhilwara, Rajasthan remembers the excitement that entails Dusshera for many parts of the country- watching Ram Lila, burning of giant effigy of Ravana, enjoying the fare in massive grounds, and a very important lesson for us.

Darshali Agarwal is a 7 year old girl with an ever smiling face. She loves to read and listen to bedtime stories.

Why I Love Dusshera

I love Dusshera because it is a very exciting festival.On this day, I get to see a very big statue of Ravana in a big ground. He looks so beautiful decorated with colourful papers and glitters. Most amazing thing is his ten heads.

Wow, a man with ten heads!

On this day, I enjoy the fun fair with my family. And I really jump with joy when Ravana burns and the crackers pop out of it.

Sorry Ravana. We burn you. But my mom told me that one has to pay for their wrong deeds. It is not just you, but a message to burn all the bad thoughts inside us.Thank you dear King of Lanka, because of you, we enjoy a fun filled day called Dusshera. Also it makes us all think, even if for a day, about how we can let go of the bad in us.

Effigy of Ravana burning and exploding with sparklers. Courtesy: Wiki

6 year old Shreyansh Desai from Vadodara shares this sweet write up about what Diwali celebrations in his family are like. He is a student of Cygnus World School, Vadodara.

Oh, The Excitement Around Diwali Vacations!

Diwali  is my favorite festival.

Somethings around us change around Diwali season like cold weather, clouds  and not to forget the excitement around Diwali vacations.

Houses are decorated with colourful lights, candles and diya. We start  shopping for new clothes and fire works. We go to Dahod, Gujarat to meet and celebrate Diwali with my grandparents.. My cousins and I enjoy together during Diwali break.

Delicious food, fire works and family fun are all about Diwali. How can I forget to mention Diwali homework?

This time is a bit different. We will not meet all relatives and go to the temple, due to corona but this time we spread love.

Happy Diwali and Thanksgiving from Sara and her friends! Enjoy the festivals in a new, different way this year… Adieu till next time.




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Sara’s Selections, October 2020

Aloha!

Ms Sara this time has brought us an exciting range of reading — from butterflies, which I just love, to Gandhi, an amazing man! I must say her collection seems to get better and better each day. Thank you Ms Sara for giving our wonderful readers the time of their lives with your witty, interesting oeuvres. Now, over to Ms Sara —

Hello hello, Sara here! Thank you — glad to hear you like my choices. Let us start with poetry.

Poetry

Today, I present to you a wonderful poem by  Aashritha Surya Prakash on the charming butterflies. I hope you like it as much as me.

Aashritha is a grade 4 student. She loves reading writing, crafts and classical dancing. 

Butterfly , oh butterfly!

Oh Nature’s enticing mysteries,
Butterfly , oh butterfly !
Are you from another world ?
Where flowers grow ,
In all their glow,
Without withering at all ?

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You fly so light
In the sky ,
Without a single flaw ,
You drink nectar
And survive,
Without any food at all?

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Butterfly , oh butterfly!
Where do you get those patterns ?
Do fairies paint you
In the night,
Or in the deep dark wood ?
No, not at all
But you thought so, of course you would.

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The truth is
The great god painted us
Each of us differs
In our own way!

Many of us are relishing the rains. Eight-year-old Meghashree Nambiar from Mumbai wonderfully articulates the excitement of watching the rains.

Monsoon Wonders

Monsoon is like a bath to mother nature

Bringing greenery to breathe fresh air in future.

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Peacocks dancing amidst the wilderness

Spreading happiness all around,

Children making paper boats and cycling in the playground

Wet birds flapping their wings to glory

Cuddling up on a branch humming a beautiful story.

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Frogs jumping out of big black wild mushrooms

Gulping in bees with joyful moves,

Silver raindrops singing as they fly

With a colourful rainbow smiling up on the sky.

Here is a girl who shares her name with me! Sara Gupta is a curious child with a vivid imagination.  She loves to write, bake and paint. She loves the water and is a good swimmer.

Bees

Bees make their home
On the trees,
And they can
Fly over the seas.

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They suck on flower piles
And have huge hives.
Their skin colour is yellow and black
And have wings that quickly flap.

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Bees make honey
And people buy it with money,
Never ever let a bee sting
Or you will jump like a spring!

Stories

Seven-year-old Aaryan Vittal from Bangalore has a wonderful fantasy tale of a wizard who discovered helping people also helped him.

The Wizard who Collected Blessings

Once upon a time there lived a wizard in a fancy house, in a lovely town.

One day while walking in the town, he saw a man who looked very sad.

The wizard wanted to cheer him up with some magic tricks. The man became  happy after the wizard showed the magic tricks. It was the first time he saw  someone feel so happy seeing his tricks.

Next day while the wizard was eating breakfast, suddenly an idea struck him.

He came home and made a lot of yummy food using his magic tricks and took it back to the town and started distributing food to people in need!

This made him so happy.

After some time he went to his bookshelf and took out his spell book. He started reading it and soon fell asleep. He dreamt of creating a magical house  which could fly and land wherever he wished.

When he woke up, he wished his dream would come true someday.

He went ahead with his days, doing something good for people and making them happy. Sometimes he helped people with food, sometimes he cheered people with tricks, sometimes he rescued people in trouble, sometimes he wiped tears of people and made them smile.

And every time he did a good deed, he was blessed, “May all your wishes come true!”

He used to feel happy with such blessings, while thinking that his only wish was to build a magical house which could fly.

He kept doing good things everyday and sought blessings from many people in town and one fine day his wish came true.

He woke up in his magical house.

He realised he lived in a magical town where people’s blessings came true when he helped them the needy. Inspired by the wizard, all people tried to help each other and lived happily in the magical town!

Now, I share this imaginative piece by eleven-year-old R. S. Ananya from Chennai.

River, my friend

If rivers would talk to me, I would be the happiest child in the world. Rivers are most silent.

The sound of the river makes me happy. Whenever I am sad, I play the river sound on the phone. If it could talk to me, I would be there, listening, day and night.

Suddenly I feel like I have a friend who I can share my feelings with.

One day, I woke up in the morning and went for a walk at 5 am. It was a  pleasant morning. I was walking by a river. Suddenly someone called my name.  I looked around. Nobody was there! I was confused. I wondered for a second,  “Would the river call my name?”

Yes! It was the river.

I was amazed.

I felt like screaming with joy.

Suddenly it grabbed me into the water. Oh my goodness. I could breathe  underwater. It told me so many funny things.

I wondered if the river listened to the poem that I wrote yesterday and God gave it life. Fishes were running around my body tickling me.

It gave me a purple shell and said that if I had it, we could be friends forever. I  kept that shell in my hands. My new nature friend and I swam all day.

It even  bowed to me and I bowed back.

We did a lot of crazy things. We played, we danced, we sang with the fish. I was having a lot of fun. Suddenly I woke up. Was it all a dream?

Then I felt something was in my hand. There was a purple shell! I was so happy then. I have stored the shell in a beautiful sea box.

Many days later, when I was playing cricket with my friends, the ball went into the river. Since I did not catch the ball in the first place, I was asked to bring it back. I agreed and walked to the river. When I looked into the river, I was amazed and I jumped in. I swam for one hour and promised the river that I would come see it every day.

Essays

Twelve-year-old R.S.Anandita from Chennai writes this thorough essay on what peace feels like, how can it be achieved and why it is important.

All About Peace

What do we know about peace?

Well, peace is a state of mind where you are calm and there is absence of  violence.

It feels so good when you are peaceful. A lot of us enjoy peace and quietness.  As for me, I hate it when there is so much noise and violence. Nowadays the world has become so noisy. People have almost forgotten the word peace.  They are just like busy bees. If our world is like this, where can we find peace?

There is only one place I can think of, which is peaceful — nature! I feel so  peaceful while I am walking around my garden. How?

Because, there are lots of plants. The quiet rustling of the trees, the wind in my face, the pleasant fragrance of the flowers, the colourful butterflies flying around.

Ah! How peaceful! When I feel sad or overwhelmed I just go out and take a walk. Within minutes I cheer up! That is the power of nature and the peace it gives me. Nature is the best medicine.

Peace is the most essential thing that every human needs to thrive. We need  inner peace as well. Inner Peace? What does that mean?

That is a beautiful feeling  where your mind and soul remain calm and there is no  stress. Inner peace is really important. Why is inner peace important? It is  really beneficial to every mind and soul because it keeps a human very calm.

Peace is the ultimate solution to any type of conflict in this world.

What does God say about peace?

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives, I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.”

Therefore it has been also inferred that God wants us to be peaceful.

How can we achieve peace?

Focus your attention on those things you love,  spend time around nature and  stay in ‘non-doing’ anything for at least few minutes which will keep you free and you will discover peace. In our school we are told to practice ‘non-doing’ for 11 minutes which will help  us to stay calm.

Peace and meditation – meditation is the best ever practice I can think of to  stay peaceful. Meditation can create a state of relaxation. You forget all of your thoughts, be it good or bad and find peace within yourself. Now coming to the place where you can meditate. The best places are beside a quiet lake,  in your garden, under a tree and so on. Avoid places that are too noisy which  may distract you. Meditation even improves your concentration. Peace is a very important part of every beating heart, working body,  the mind and the soul.

Peace is the solution for every problem. Together we can create a peaceful world!

October is Gandhi’s birth month. I am happy to share fourteen- year-old Anushka Pandit’s essay on the most powerful weapon that Gandhiji used and why it is relevant today. Anushka is from New Delhi, India.

Gandhiji’s Weapon: Non-violence

“Nonviolence is not to be used ever as the shield of the coward. It is the weapon of the brave.”- Mahatma Gandhi.

Mahatma Gandhi, recognized as the Father of our Nation or Bapu played a crucial role in Indian history. He is recognized for his major contribution in the freedom struggle.

He fought against the British with his most powerful weapon. It was not a  conventional military weapon at all. It was the weapon of non-violence. This weapon was considered so powerful that it spread like forest fire and  countries like South Africa and people like Martin Luther King Jr. of USA were deeply influenced by it. This was the only weapon that was not injurious to people’s health but to Britisher’s wealth and compelled them to set Indians free from the chain  of restrictions.

Gandhiji was the only man who adopted  a peaceful method amidst the raging of fire of himsa (violence) all around him.

We bow with reverence to such a man. In today’s world we are free, due to the  struggle by Mahatma Gandhi and many other unsung heroes who sacrificed their lives. I think that their sacrifice and  bloodshed is immeasurable.

But Gandhiji who aimed so high for peace and non-violence may now think that his efforts went waste because today’s world is so inclined to violence.

Bapu took to the path of non-violence to make a productive and developed India. He always followed the thought, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”

In the current scenario, I really wish to see that change in our country. I hope that if we all wish to see the same change as Bapu, we will be able to follow  Gandhiji’s path of making a well-developed India.

Mahatma Gandhi faced many circumstances but still he fought with his most productive weapon which he knew is the weapon of strongest and bravest. He translated Ahimsa or non-violence as love. His  patience and long walk to freedom on the path  of non- violence, influenced many and forced the Britishers to leave the  golden bird — India.

He gave us a message that love and compassion can also cut across, but without wounding. Violence never brings permanent peace, it never solves social problems.

Gandhiji emphasized the fact that non-violence means avoiding not only  external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. So, we should unite and fight with the weapon of non- violence and let’s make Bapu’s mission of India being a great nation, a successful one.

“Believe in yourself,” Gandhiji had said. It is not an easy task and a child often turns to his/her parents to look for that belief. Nine-year-old Siddharth Mundra from Kolkata shares a beautiful write up on this theme.

Believe in yourself

Today, I share the story of a very close relative in my  family.

He was a young baby boy, when he was born into a rich business family. He had all he needed. As he was growing up, his father suffered huge losses in his  business. The family landed into a lot of hardships.

This young boy saw all this, and it was very difficult for him. He was a good student but he didn’t have the many pleasures which children of his age would, like the so-called cool video games, vacations during holidays or going out with his friends. His parents tried to deal with this situation in a very calm and  positive way. They made all the necessities available to him. At the same time, they explained to him that he was a smart and intelligent boy and should not  get discouraged by the situation and let it affect his performance at school.

A tough thing to do when everybody had started to look down upon him. His  parents always taught him never to lose hope, work hard and be truthful. The  mental strength and confidence which they instilled in him helped him achieve excellent results in his academics.

Over time, he succeeded and today he is the CEO of a prestigious financial institution, doing very well for himself and his family. All this happened only because he believed in his hard work and teachings of his parents and  teachers.

My parents explained to me that life is full of ups and downs and if ever I am  faced with any challenge, I must remember the story of this boy.

I am still young. I have a few goals at present.

First of all is I wish to be a black belt in taekwondo and the second one is to be an author. I am working hard for these. I am training hard as well as reading a  lot. And I believe that one day I can get my act together and achieve those.

As I grow up I shall have different ambitions. But the mantra behind reaching one’s goals is to believe in oneself. That would provide us with the confidence,  perseverance and support we need to work hard towards our goals.

And that is a farewell from Sara and her young friends till the next edition.

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Sara’s Selections, September 2020

Woohoo Folks!

We are on our fourth edition of Sara’s Selections. Ms Sara has again brought us a wealth of young writers, writing from all over the world on multiple issues. Sometimes it is amazing to see how they think… and also give us a fresh perspective… And now let me hand over the collection to Ms Sara.

Poetry

Hi there friends, Sara here. Fifteen year old Varisha Rehman from Delhi, giving us the just the right dose of it in this message to a girl.

This is for the girl

This is for the girl
Who only wanted to be loved,
Shone like a pearl
And moved like a dove.

This is for the girl
Who was like a queen,
She ruled her world with everything.

This is for the girl
Who wrote words no one heard,
A pen was her sword
A paper was her shield.

Here is a message to this girl
Life has a funny way to teach us,
Live your life without a grudge
Live the life, you love.
Just be yourself. Because…
Life is too short to be someone else.

Nine-year-old Diya Sheth from Ahmedabad brings us some furry love in this adorable poem.

My Pet

One day I thought how pets love us a lot,
So I told my parents to bring me a dog.

Father said we can bring two birds,
Mommy said we can bring a turtle.

But still I argued for a dog,
My parents refused so I cried a lot.

On my 10th birthday my parents told me,
This time you will get a gift,
You wanted from the age of three.

I wondered what it will be. I was so excited for it,
My father gave a bow,
My mother brought a puppy.

I thanked my mother and father,
The dog’s name was Jimmy.

Now I play with him every day,
He protects me in every way.
We go on walk everyday,
I still thank my parents for my 10th birthday.

Nine-year-old Rohan Santhosh from Bangalore shares this adorable poem for his best friend.

My Best Friend

You are smart and kind

You can almost read my mind

You’re the first to notice when I’m blue

You have a 6th sense, it’s true.

You’re so intelligent and strong

You always tell me when I’m wrong.

Always alert and aware

When I need you, you are there.

I still remember the day at school,

So scared of the teachers looks,

I almost dropped all my books.

You noticed the slightest frown

You picked me up when I was down.

When I’m confused you help me decide,

Thanks for being by my side.

I always wished I had a brother,

But now I see, you are one…

Just from another mother!

Stories

Eight-year-old Navoneer Bhattacharyya from Kolkata writes of the most amazing conversation with Lord Ganesha.

When Lord Ganesha cancelled his birthday party…

And we were off to bed. But neither I nor my elder brother could sleep as we were a  bit upset. Next day was Ganesh Chaturthi, the celebration of the elephant headed god’s rebirth, but due to COVID we could not go for  pandal ( temporary structures set up to jubilate the festive occasion) hopping.

Nearly half-an-hour had passed when we heard a mouse squeak. We looked  out and to our greatest surprise, what did we see there?

Ganesha & mouse

Lord Ganesha on his mouse was standing right outside our house!

“Lord Ganesha,” squeaked the mouse, “You said some kids are sad in this  house so we have come here!”

“Yes you are right, we have come to meet them.”

My elder brother suggested that we should invite them to come in. So I  opened the door and said humbly, “Oh Lord Ganesha, we would be honoured if  you could step in our house and spend some time with us.”

modak
Laddu

He agreed and came in. We offered them some of his favourite sweets, modak and laddu. After having that he asked us, “Now tell me why all of you are so sad?”

I said,”Lord Ganesha, the Coronavirus is like the demon, Mahishashura. It is spreading  death and sadness all over the world.”

“See here in Mumbai too, we cannot go for pandal hopping on our favourite festival, Ganesh Chaturthi.” said my elder brother.

Again I said, “Dear Lord, we all are terrified. Our life has come to standstill, we cannot have guests in our house. We cannot go anywhere; we cannot play with our friends; we cannot even go to school.”

Lord Ganesha listened to us very attentively and then he nodded his head and said, “My dear friends, I can understand your pain. But tell me one thing — is there no light of hope? I know doctors, scientists and lot of others are working day and night to protect the human race from this killer. But to defeat this deadly virus is not so easy. We Gods are also supporting these great warriors and patiently waiting for something positive to come out.”

He paused, took a deep breath and then again he said, “Us Gods are cancelling the celebration of our birthdays on earth just to protect mankind. Please, try to understand. If you want to overcome this hardship and again happily want to celebrate my birthday in future, then this year you need to sacrifice your festival enjoyment and be a little patient till my next birthday comes.”

I said, “Lord Ganesha, I know how it feels when birthday celebrations are  cancelled as mine got cancelled this year too. But yes, you are right. We should be patient.”

Lord Ganesha smiled and said, “Hope you understood that it is time for Gods and humans to team up against the deadly virus and throw it out. Now all of you give me a big smile and a big hug.”

Then he left with his carrier and we bid them goodbye.

We all found that suddenly our sadness had gone and our minds had become light.

We looked into the sky and said, “Thank you Lord Ganesha. We love you a lot. Happy Birthday.”

This haunting piece by Aashvi Rajani from Ahmedabad is a beautiful example of what thirteen-year-olds can do. While most of us are fussing over missing our birthdayday parties and gifts, here is a story to showcase reality of a different kind.

An Unforgettable Birthday

Raheema’s typical day would begin with mopping their home in Kabul and end with her burying herself under heaps of assignments. But today was not a regular day, Raheema Jan would be thirteen today. It was a significant day. Under no circumstances could her parents afford an enormous celebration, but  Raheema didn’t mind this, as long as Baba would be with her. Baba would be  her shadow, against all odds.

“Are you ready Raheema Jan?” Baba questioned in a silvery tone, standing beside the flimsy door.

“In a minute!” She replied as she sprinted to pick up her book.

Raheema had picked up the skill of reading since she was five, yet hearing her father narrate a story was one of the most congenial things to her. He cleared  his throat dramatically, and began, “I became…”

Baba’s eloquent storytelling came to a halt when Raheema spotted a figure hurtling towards them.

“What happened?” Baba’s hazel eyes narrowed as he saw Khalil gasping for breath.

“They are looking for you Agha, it’s urgent.”

His eyes laid on Raheema, she flashed a priceless smile that made him feel sorry for her. He crouched down and asked in a whisper, “Shall I go?”

She reluctantly nodded.

When Baba departed, Raheema locked herself in the washroom and  unwillingly broke into sobs. Soon she was shuddering. Mâmâm interrupted her  by banging the door. “Come out, Mariam is here to wish you!”

Carefully, she wiped her tears and prepared to be just the buoyant girl she was
expected to be.
“Happy Birthday!” Mariam beamed. Enthusiastically, she dragged Raheema out and began babbling. Baba kept crawling back to Raheema’s mind, despite  her attempts to pay attention. Were they harassing him?

Mâmâm barged in to inform Raheema that she had to pay a visit to Akmal Agha’s mansion, and Raheema should return home. Obediently, the girl  nodded.

“What’s going on Raheema? Is everything okay?” Mariam questioned. Initially, Raheema decided against revealing anything, but it was too much for her. And so, she confessed it all. She narrated how Baba was responsible for Akmal  Agha’s residence, how the gangsters had an eye on it, how Baba had refused  to sacrifice his integrity for them, how they had been receiving appalling  threats.

Mariam gently embraced Raheema, who was now weeping. “Don’t—”

The air shattered and they heard a roaring crack, then, absolute stillness. Raheema darted to the street like a whirlwind, oblivion to all the eyes gaping at her. She was terrified to the thought of what happened. No, Baba wouldn’t  leave her. She was his Shāhdaught, his princess.

What she saw at the end of the street was something she will never forget.  Baba on his knees, soil smeared on his kameez. Alive. His hands were folded, tears rolling down his cheeks. A man in front flashed a lopsided grin and said, “You are fortunate because I will let you go this time.” His hoarse voice sounded like a melody to Raheema at the time. To her surprise, she was weeping as Baba dashed towards her.

Never did Baba’s embrace console her more. That was when she found herself detached from everyone but her Pādīshāh, Baba.

How can you play a good host to wild animals in your house? What a scenario to think of! Here is a very unique and empathetic story by nine-year-old Eric Johan from Chennai. Welcome to his world of creativity!

My Wild Home

One fine morning, I woke up and saw my bedroom full of wild animals.

I was  surprised on seeing all the animals talking. A lion stood before me and  said, “Do you have any animals to eat?”

I replied, “I don’t have any.” I saw the  lion roared in great hunger and went away.

Then a big crocodile of twenty feet length came near me and asked, “Do you have any  meat to eat?” I replied saying, “No.” Then the big crocodile went away.

Next a tall giraffe looked at me and asked, “Do you have any grass to eat?”

I answered, “Yes, you can find grass behind my house, in the garden.” The  giraffe and his friends went joyfully to have the grass in my garden, but the lion and his friends were sad.

Suddenly my dad rushed into the room with some delicious breakfast. It had  my  favourite roasted chicken. The lion and his friends saw it and asked me,  “How many plates of meat do you have?”

I said, “ We have twelve plates”.

The lion asked, “Can I have nine of them?” I said, “Yes, of course, you can.”

Finally, the lion and his friends enjoyed the meat and went away happily. It was the most amazing morning ever.

Essays

Ten year old Shashwathi V from Bangalore would like us to think beyond one day and beyond a few popular names to understand better the meaning of independence.

Here is a much needed write up on the courageous queen and freedom fighter from Karnataka, Kittur Rani Chennamma.

Shashwathi V is a student of CMS NPR, Bangalore.

Kittur Rani Chennamma: Remembering one of the first female freedom fighters

On 15th August, our 74th Independence Day, my school asked us students to  dress up as freedom fighters. I dressed up like “Kittur Rani Chennamma” for  my class celebration online.

She is one of our greatest freedom fighters but to my surprise some of my  friends did not know about her. So I thought I should write about her for my  friends who do not know about her.

Kittur Rani Chennamma was born on 23 October 1778, in Kakati, a small  village in the present Belagavi District of Karnataka, India. She learnt to ride  horses, sword fighting and archery in her childhood. At the age of fourteen, she got  married to Raja Mallasarja. She became the queen of Kittur. After her husband  and only son died, she took over the kingdom and adopted a son but the  British refused to accept her son.

The British tried to take over her kingdom thinking she would easily give up but  she fought them in a war in which she won. The British, angered by the defeat,  fought more wars in which despite her bravery she lost and was put in jail  where she died.

Like Jhansi Rani, who came several years later, she made a mark on the  country for her courage.

She was one of the first female freedom fighters to resist British colonization.  She is a national heroine, well known in Karnataka and a symbol of the  independence movement in India.

Here is one of the inspiring lines she said in response to the British demanding high-taxes, that people remember her best by:

Why should I pay you tax (Nimageke kodabeku kappa)? Are you my brother, sister, relative or a friend?”


 
 

This moving piece by eleven-year-old Mehr Kapoor from Kolkata is for everyone who ever left behind their house, and a piece of their life in it. How there is an urge to capture every little moment spent there!

Walk down the memory lane

We walked through the garden one last time, knowing we’d never return to  this house again. My family and I were moving to a better house this very day and while we took a stroll for the last time in this beautiful garden it brought up a lot of emotions.

I thought about the day I was running around the garden playing games with  my friends, knowing I would never be able to do that again. I think the most difficult part of moving is giving up the garden because almost everything in a  house could be packed up however a garden is the one thing that one cannot take with them. I looked at the cherry plant which I had grown on my own. I remember I was very proud that day because it was the first time I had ever planted something on my own. As I walked away, I thought about whether the next family that would stay here would even want a garden? Maybe they will build something in place of that, the thought disheartened me. I moved away from the garden and went inside the house.

I went inside and to my room for the very last time. I tried to absorb everything  around me because I knew I would never see it again. 

I went around every room in the house this way, for the last time.

Whatever the new family would change about this house, I shall never forget it and the eleven special years I spent in this house will be memories that I will  cherish forever.

We live in a world flooded with endless images, spending so much time and effort spent in clicking, editing and publishing them. But is this how it always was and is this how it should be? Ten year old Hridi Talati from Vadodara raises and answers some of these important questions in her wonderful essay.

Photographs are Memories on Paper

And click! 5 years ago your mother just clicked a memorable photo of you in the summer. Now you are skimming across your mother’s pictures when a bright picture catches your eye, you click on it and go down a little trip in your  memory lane and flashback to what happened 5 summers ago…

Clicking a photograph means that you want to preserve a moment till the end of time, and when you look at that old photograph again you feel exactly the way you did that day.

Each picture holds a powerful feeling, whether it is sadness or happiness, anger or relaxation, nostalgia or forgetfulness. A picture doesn’t have to be  perfect to be memorable, it just has to be heart-felt.

I am personally not a fan of editing a picture to make it look like it is done by a  professional. Why would you want to spoil a perfectly good and true photograph by adding false make- overs to it? It makes the photograph look a  little too overdone, unless, of course, it needs the editing to make it look  better.

A good memory is the most popular kind of picture because seeing it makes  you feel pleased and happy. And so ,“When you think good thoughts, they will  shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”- Roald Dahl.

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Sara’s Selections: August, 2020

Hello Everyone,

Bookosmia and Ms Sara are back bringing us a magical collection of young person’s writings. And this time some of it really takes us into a wonderland where candyfloss can give fibres and unicorns can party! I hand over the introductions to the fabulous Ms Sara.

Poetry

Hitansh Kedia

Hellooo everyone, your best friend Sara here! Here is a heartfelt prayer from 11 year old Hitansh Kedia from Kolkata towards a ‘minor’ change in our diets. What can I say? Amen!

To those ugly vegetables!

If chocolates were healthy, and vegetables junk,
Healthy foods children would love to eat.
With bitter vegetables off our plates,
Every meal would be a treat.

We’d no longer hear our doctors say,
“You’re not getting enough protein.”
Or hear our mothers tell day and night,
“You need to change your diet routine!”

Carbohydrates and energy we’d have in plenty,
Getting our fibre from cotton candy.
And whenever we’d need some extra vitamins,
Some lollipops would come in handy.

Eating our dream meals every day,
We kids would smile with glee.
From all the vegetables that haunted us,
We’d finally be free!

I hope this happens,
And it happens fast.
To those ugly vegetables,
I’d say goodbye at last!

Darshali Agarwal

Here is yet another delectable poem on my, or rather, ‘our’ beloved mangoes. Clearly it is turning little kids, like 7 year old Darshali from Bhilwara, into budding poets!

My Mango

Mango, mango very sweet

My favourite fruit,

I love to eat.

Mango green, mango yellow

They are delicious ,even when mellow.

Mango juice, mango slice

Everything is very nice.

I wish I had a mango tree

Everyday I would get mango free.

Shifa Zahra Touseef

Ready for a good laugh?Make way for some first class kids’ humour, in this amusing poem by 8 year old Shifa from Lucknow.

BDG (Big Disgusting Giant)

Being friends with a giant

Is my greatest fear

Especially if the big man has diarrhea.

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He may be a big friendly fella

But I have to stand under an umbrella.

It’s no fun, I can tell you

Being washed away in a river of poo.

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I am scared of drowning in a big smelly stink

So I ask you all to carefully think,

If your friend is a giant, don’t think its funny

To invite him to tea and feed him spicy curry.

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Ayraa Shriwardhankar from Mumbai sends in this lovely poem, as lovely as the peacock itself. Read for yourself.

Peacocks

Peacocks are pretty as a queen,

Royal green, blue and brown.

When they opens their feathers,

They have a crown.

Peacock is the national bird of India.

I love the way it opens the feather and dances when happy.

Birds are beautiful but peacocks fascinates me the most.

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Stories

Arnav Prasanna

Here is a beautiful story by 9 year old Arnav Prasanna from Bangalore.  Dont miss this tooth fairy story, with a twist!

What does the tooth fairy do with our teeth?

One day there was a girl named Akansha. Akansha was a very nice girl. She did her chores everyday. One day, her tooth fell out. She was so excited because she knew that the tooth fairy would come. She brushed the tooth with lots of toothpaste and kept it under her pillow.

She couldn’t sleep at night because she was so excited. She thought what does the tooth fairy do with all the milk teeth?Does she make milk out of them and drink? Is that why they are called milk teeth? All those questions made her sleepy.

Soon, she went to sleep.

That night, the tooth fairy came slowly into her room and took the sparkly tooth under the bed. But as she flew out of the window, her wand fell out from her pocket.

The next morning, Akansha woke up and checked under the pillow. The tooth was gone and there was money there. She was very happy. But next to the window she saw something shiny. It was a magic wand.

Akansha understood that it was the tooth fairy’s wand. She wanted to give it back to the tooth fairy but how to give it? She thought the tooth fairy will realize her wand is missing and come back that night. Maybe she could meet the tooth fairy. Akansha was so excited! That night she tried very hard to stay awake but she was so sleepy.

The next morning, Akansha woke up and saw the magic wand was gone. She checked under her pillow and saw a note.

‘Thank you for finding my wand. I turned your tooth into a star. Hope you can see it in the sky. Love, tooth fairy’.

Akansha was very happy. Every night after that she looked out of her window and saw her tooth as a shiny star in the sky. Now she knew what the tooth fairy does with the teeth, she makes them into stars!

Vachi Aggarwal

Have you ever been to a unicorn party. Read through this very creative story by 8 year old Vachi Aggarwal from Jaipur

The day I got invited to a unicorn party

I don’t know how but one night I found myself in the land of unicorns There, I  could see millions of unicorns. The unicorns were speaking.  

“Welcome Vachi,” one unicorn said. “My name is Eliza.” Another one said her name is Monica.

Eliza bought some cake and pastry for me. 

I asked Eliza how I came here. She said, “Darling, you are the chief guest of our  annual unicorn day. It is a party where lots of fairies, gods and stars come and  have lots of fun.” It was very strange but I went along with it. 

All the fairies and unicorns looked happily at me. We were enjoying the night, we were dancing, asking questions to each other and singing songs. All of a sudden a very bright light appeared. I could see many fairies and wizards  coming on their vehicles like elephants, birds etc.

Then the big wizard called me and told me why I was invited as the chief guest.

He said that back on earth, people think small actions do not matter but  actually it is the small action that leads to big changes. He reminded me that last week when I had seen an injured bird, I had given it first aid and not  ignored or just seen from a distance like others had. Seeing me, many others  followed to help. 

He said he saw an honest girl in me and that’s why he invited me to the party. 

Then we had a gala dinner. Before leaving,  I asked the wizard if he could use his magical powers to cure coronavirus patients. The wizard said that he had actually given those powers to everyone, especially children, 

“By staying at home, helping their parents and keeping their hands clean, children can help make the world a beautiful and safe place,” he said. 

I came home with a new learning – do good, be good. Even a small act means a lot to the world. 

Aarya Vardhan Agarwala

Ready for some thrills? Here is a wonderfully written story by Aarya from Kolkata which will made me feel I am there with him through all the action! Tell me how you felt.

The Secret Bunker

It was a fine Sunday afternoon, me and my brother were taking a stroll down  the park near our house.That is when my brother found something very old  rusty, but something made us stop and look closer. It reminded us of the  treasure in a movie we had watched during the summer break.We got excited  that we had discovered a Secret Bunker!! We decided to gather some of our  friends and come check out the bunker the next day.  

Next day, I packed all the equipment and called up some of my friends. We sneaked out during the night.With full enthusiasm we reached the park and then tried opening the bunker.The bunker lid was so heavy that it took two of my strongest friends to prise it open.

We were amazed to see that it opened to a tunnel! I beamed my flashlight around.There was a ladder. We were almost sure that we had found a treasure.  We climbed down the ladder and  were very disappointed to find nothing, nothing at all.

We were just about to go back disheartened, when my brother screamed in  joy! He had spotted something. It was a door with a code hidden behind the  ladder. The code was covered with a thick layer of dust. We tried to see the  code with the help of flashlight.To our surprise there was a number lock on it.  There were a few symbols inscribed just above the lock. One of my friends who was really interested in ancient symbols and scripts jumped in to interpret the  code. Now was his time to shine. He entered the code in the lock and the door  creaked open. We were fascinated by the sight we saw in front of us.

There was a huge room with many intelligent looking people, all going about their work  and too busy to even notice the door was open. There were test tubes, chemicals on one side and huge charts hung on the other. There were  huge tables with many devices like microscopes on a far end of a room. We just couldn’t believe what we were seeing. It was the biggest research center ever! We took out my spy device to record the voices of scientists. That was enough for that day’s work. We slowly closed the door and came out of the box. 

The next day, we decided to go again to the secret place and get the ultimate  proof of the secret organisation. This time, we took a camcorder with us and  recorded the whole place. After we  got back up we ran to my house. We  posted everything online and it went viral in a day. Now everybody knew about 

bunker. It was not long before everyone was caught and brought under  custody. Next day the news came that the government had taken over the  organisation.

That was not the end we were invited by the president to present the medals of honour. So it was a happy ending. I guess…

Varnika Agarwal

Why does God get no chocolate? Eleven-year-old Varnika from Delhi wants to change that..read this story to know how.

Why doesn’t God get chocolate?

WHY DOESN’T GOD GET CHOCOLATE?

Have you ever wondered why God doesn’t eat chocolate? Do you think that he doesn’t like it or do you think that people believe that chocolate is not meant  for gods? Let’s find out what Mona thought.

She was a very inquisitive girl. Always having unimaginable questions in her tiny head and without getting the answer, she would be pondering on that for  as long as it took.  Once in a dark and sleepy night, Mona was sleeping and dreaming that she was in Choco city, a whole city made of candy and  chocolate. The houses were made of chocolate cake with vanilla icings as their roof. The river made of chocolate milk in which fish made of chocolate cereals  swam and floated.

The tall, colourful lollipop trees and the clouds which were actually cotton  candy, of a dreamy pink shade. And Mona was eating it all up, filling her heart’s  content! Ah… what a dream! She was floating in her dreams when  suddenly, “MONA!!! Time for school!! Come on, don’t be lazy! You have 45 minutes sharp to get ready!” It was Mona’s mom. Mona groaned and very  slowly, brushed her teeth, took a bath and went to say her morning prayers.

She was so engrossed in continuing her dream, the small temple in front of her, where she was standing, started looking like a cake! When she was about  to finish, she had another question, as usual.

“Why doesn’t God get chocolate?! ”

When she did well in school, scoring A or B grades in every subject, she was  given a treat by her parents which was usually a trip to the bakery. Well, God  had done the biggest thing, made the universe and… no treat for Him!

Chocolate is, anyways, a necessity of life! You can’t possibly live without it. It is  like a sky without a moon and an ocean without water. But all he got was- a  cheela (a pancake made of gram flour) for breakfast, rice for lunch and a roti for dinner! If you or I were in His  place, our life would be so boring.

So, when she was walking down the stairs, she asked her mother, “Momma,  why don’t we serve God chocolate?”

“Maybe because…”, her mom started wondering. Even she did not know the  exact answer, so she tried to take advantage of the situation by ending it with  some morals for Mona. “Because God needs to be very healthy as he is the one who works the world! If he became lazy, like you, he would never be able to do anything! What will happen then? Sweets make you lazy and unhealthy which is very bad,” she said as if giving a lesson.

But Mona didn’t believe it! She wanted proof and she thought that the most convincing proof wouldn’t be with her Momma. So she pretended to be  convinced and agreed.

After a week, the results of the test she gave arrived and…she got a perfect  A+! Her parents took her to her favourite café for a lovely lunch. There she  bought a muffin and packed it for home. At home she opened the muffin box.

“Are you sure you want to eat it now, Sweetie? You just ate a pastry in the  café?” asked her father. Mona didn’t reply and kept the muffin in front of the altar in her home. Her father started to wonder, why does Mona want to serve a  muffin to God?

Mona sat in front of the altar and recited the Gayatri Mantra. And you know what happened? She noticed that a big pink rose fell close to her on the ground. She assumed it was God’s blessing to her and was overjoyed and  showed it to everybody.

But Mona, you and I do know the actual reason for God’s blessing to Mona, don’t you?

Essay

Ananya Jayakrishnan

 Dont miss reading this yummy essay by 10 year old Ananya from Kochi on how a milk drop transforms into a delightful ice cream!

From a drop, to a delight!

Once there was a drop of milk called Milky. She lived in a container with other drops of milk. One day she slipped into another container, it was shaking so  much that she got sick. After a pretty long time, it stopped shaking.

Milky was transferred into another container. It was very cold. Suddenly lots of sugar fell on her and she was startled. Then Vanilla fell on her and finally she  was showered with lots of Choco Chips!

Suddenly the temperature turned freezing cold! She was then scooped out of the container. She flew into a cone and that was a very fun filled flight.

Voila! She had turned into an ice-cream!!

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Sara’s Selections, July 2020

Thank you Ms Sara and Book Osmia for this lovely selection. We love having the sporty Ms Sara on our pages with her lovely collection of stories, poems and essays. We handover the stage to Ms Sara as she starts on her introductions.

Tuhina Nambiar

Hey there, everyone’s best friend, Ms Sara is here! Here is a cute little poem by 6  year old Tuhina Nambiar from Mumbai sends in a message to the parrots, her new friends since the lockdown.

Poetry

Cute Parrots

By Tuhina Nambiar

We are all at home now.

Roads are clear.

There is no pollution.

The sky is clear.

The cloud looks like cotton.

Parrots are free to fly.

Everyday they sing me a lullaby.

They chat in my balcony.

Looking at them, I feel I am talking to my friends.

Sara now welcomes a colourful story from the youngest poet — 5 year old Amaya from Kolkata. Rainbows are great but when the storm is coming, you have got to head home.

Poem- Magical Rainbow

By Amaya Rupramka

Sara reads rainbow colouring kolkata young author stories for kids Bookosmia

One day a wizard gave me a pair of wings

And I started flying

Then, I went to the clouds

And I was thinking it’s some milk

Then I saw lot of colors

Then surprisingly it was surprise for me, it was a RAINBOW

Do you want to learn what were the colors?

Violet

Indigo

Blue and

Green

Yellow

Orange 

Red

Then I met Eagles, Sparrows, Pigeons & Parrots

And we flew together…

Then a storm came, a thunder storm 

And the birds were very scared

And that’s when I flew back home.

Amaya Rupramka
Abhipsa Mohanty

 A simple handshake, a roaring stadium, a breath of fresh air — all seems like a dream now, beautifully captured by 15 year old Abhipsa from Bhubhaneshwar.

May We Never Take For granted

By Abhipsa

Life seemed to be peaceful

Alas! Corona you made it dreadful.

There was no time to sit and stare

But you made it all fair.

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All of us always thought–

Life is a quick succession of busy nothings

But you changed our perception regarding everything.

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The earth whispered but we didn’t hear,

The earth spoke but we didn’t listen,

The earth screamed we didn’t pay heed.

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That was why Corona was born

To awaken us,

To enlighten us.

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Many great heroes, yet names unknown

Many sacrifices and pain undergone

Many new heroes have been born.

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“Please don’t decorate me in garland,

Please don’t give me applause,

I just want to return home safe,

Even if all my remains are bones,

I must bring myself back home to my family,” they said. 

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We call this all a heartbreak 

But ask nature

It is alive like never before

Blue skies, sparkling water, 

Animals with happy feet .

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When this is over may we never take for granted

A handshake with a stranger

A stadium roaring

Fresh air to breathe. 

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To learn

We must respect

Nature and our fellow beings

All of us are apart,

But we stand together

And together we shall,

Overcome. 

Stories

Ms Sara shares this extremely creative story by a little author, 7 year old Naisha from Little Readers Nook Gurgaon. 

Suzy and the Grey Kite

By Naisha Bothra,7, Gurgaon

Sara's Activities Tangram STEM for kids

Once upon a time there lived a girl called Suzy. She was going to the Kite  festival riding on her beautiful unicorn. As they reached the kite festival, Suzy saw a gloomy grey kite sitting alone.

Nobody took him .Everybody only bought colourful kites. The grey kite was  locked in a glass and it was sobbing. Suzy felt sad for the grey kite and quickly  took the kite from the shopkeeper.

The kite was relieved to come out of the glass and thanked the girl for taking him. Suzy sat on the unicorn and they went on top of the green mountain to fly the grey kite high up in the blue sky. The grey kite felt awkward in the sky  among all the bright ones. He thought, “If I fall all the other kites will laugh at  me.”

But Suzy and the kite did not give up. Soon he began to enjoy the fresh air and began to rise high, high, so high. He started loving it. Seeing him dance so high all the other colored kites learnt a lesson that they should not have made fun of him. They realized that dark or colorful doesn’t matter. It is important to be confident and happy with ourselves.

Now the grey kite lives happily ever after in his new home…

Miraya Bisaria

Ms Sara wonders — are animals capable of kindness? Read this story by 7 year old Miraya from Gurgaon to find out.

The Lost Blackberries

By Miraya

Once there lived a dark eyed seven-year-old girl named Tara. She had pink cheeks and a sharp nose. She lived in a cozy cottage in a village.

One day she really felt like having her favourite fruit, blackberries.

GULP! GULP! GULP! Tara imagined herself having those yummy blackberries. So, she requested her mother to bring some delicious blackberries.

Her skinny and hardworking mother at once agreed. There was a huge black berry bush behind their cottage. So, they went to pluck some juicy black berries. After reaching home, Tara kept the basket of the black berries in the backyard.

As soon as Tara turned to pick a plate, WHOOSH! The black berries were gone!!

After a moment Tara saw a little monkey sitting on the fencing of their  backyard. She could see the monkey holding the basket of the blackberries.  Tara started screaming and howling.

Her mother rushed outside and noticed the notorious monkey. Tara’s mother tried her best to console her. To Tara’s surprise, that kind monkey dropped the basket without even tasting any black berry. From that day onwards, Tara and that monkey became best friends.

They also shared their blackberries every day.

Now, are you now ready for some spookiness? 9 year old Koushiki from Kolkata has got it all in place for us. Read her story —

 Koushiki Nag

The Train to Milan

By Koushiki

Once, I had got a job offer in Milan. As I had to earn a living, I left for Milan the very next day. I didn’t live in Italy and so before going to Milan I had to first reach Italy. I had arrived in Italy and on the same day I was going to Milan.

Unfortunately, the train was supposed to come at 12:00 p.m. but it didn’t  because of a train accident. At 5:30 p.m, I came to know that the train could not arrive that day and so the train would come the very next day. It was a very  lonely station and I was the only person there.

I was very tense as I had to  spend the night there. After all I didn’t know the place at all. I had arrived that  day only. How would I know anything about it!

Suddenly I saw two children coming towards me. They started talking to me and asked me my story. I had no other option and so I told  the whole story to them. They asked me to follow them. There was not much else to do, so I followed them.

They took me through a dark and deep tunnel. To my surprise, when the tunnel ended I saw a train waiting there. So strange! There was no other station there as far as I had read and the clock says it was 1:00 O’clock in the night now. One of the children said this was the train to  Milan. They said goodbye to me as I entered the train. I got a good seat beside  an old woman. In my cabin, there were only a few people.

There was a very  cold breeze blowing. Suddenly the old woman said her name is Amelia and  asked my name and also something about myself. I told her my name and that I loved adventures. Amelia was a very friendly woman and seeing her kind nature, I told her my  story and then said I was focusing on my goal to get a good job but I was very  nervous and tense. She said she traveled everyday from her workplace here to her home in Milan. She asked if I would mind her asking something. I told her I wouldn’t.

Amelia said, “At the beginning you told me you were an adventurous person but you can’t face life itself. Life is the biggest adventure, it has so many challenges which brings happiness as well as sadness, isn’t it? And then you said you were focusing on your goal but you are too nervous. How can you focus on your goal if you are focusing so much on your nervousness? And  why are you so nervous? You don’t know what life has in store for you just as you did not know you will get a train, when you had no chance of it. Then why be  nervous?”

Just as I heard her say life is an adventure and you have to face it, my eyes  opened and suddenly I found myself in Milan and I could not see the train  anywhere. Strangely, it was still 5:30 p.m in the clock just as I had seen earlier when I was sitting in the station. I thought maybe I was wrong.

I went to the  hotel where I was going to stay and on the very next day I went for the interview. It turned out very well and I got the job. After a few months I got a holiday and so, I wanted to go home.When I was leaving for home, I thought I should  thank the old woman who had  helped me. So I went to the stationmaster and asked if she was travelling today. He asked for her name. I told him about Amelia,  that she was a very old lady and traveled everyday from this station.

The stationmaster was frightened and showing me a photo of Amelia, asked  if she is the person I was talking about. I replied happily that this was indeed her.“Ma’am she died on 13th January at 2.30p.m. in a train accident, while she was traveling. It was the same day I met her and maybe the same accident for  which the train had not arrived that day. I went out of the stationmaster’s  office and remembered the conversation between me and her.” Suddenly, I felt  the same cold breeze I felt that day.

Aditya Dasgupta

One spooky story is never enough! Here is another one from 12 year old Aditya from Delhi. Do tell Ms Sara when you have it all figured out. Read on !

The Bicycle Adventure

By Aditya

The night was pitch dark and the atmosphere was rather gloomy. I have  absolutely no idea why I thought this was the perfect night to spend some time alone. 

Reflecting upon my life, thinking about how in childhood I used to promise myself that I am going to be a billionaire but here I am, at a dhaba (roadside restaurant) in the outskirts of my city travelling on my bike. Just don’t interpret something wrong from the above sentence, actually to be precise, it’s a bicycle. 

It was around 11:50 pm, so I started an hour’s journey back to my house thinking if I had a car, how much faster it would have been. The way back home, all that I was thinking about was me as a failure but then suddenly I got a rather eerie vibe. I just thought that it was normal as I was the only person at midnight going through the woods besides a river… until it wasn’t. After some time, out of nowhere a boy appeared in front of me. I stopped my bike beside him and went towards him. 

Normally under these circumstances, any boy would have been scared, but this particular boy had something special about him. He stood all alone in the dark at a corner without even hesitating about his surroundings. I asked him what he was doing here. To my surprise what the boy said was a bit hard to digest. He told me that his parents were traveling across the forest with him and they told him the story of a fresh lake full of blue water. He had been so excited to reach there that he had wandered away from his parents.

I nodded but found that hard to believe. A blue river, here? In the middle of the desert? Surely, the parents were just making up a story to keep the little one entertained. Or maybe the boy was bluffing, but then I thought that what would a 6 year old child, who is blinded in one eye, earn by lying? 

There were many questions in my mind at that moment, but then I neglected all the thoughts that occurred to me and told myself that right now my first priority was to take this child back to his parents and ensure his safety. I immediately felt that this was the reason why I happened to chose this particular night for self-reflection and self-pity. 

I knew that God had directed me to this unfortunate event in the child’s life and my job was to take this innocent child back to protection. I offered him a seat on my bicycle and told him not to worry as I will be taking him back to his parents. I turned around and asked him about his home address. He gave me a confused look from which I understood that he did not know the address of his house. At that moment I thought that we were in a fix, but then the idea of taking him to a police station struck my mind. 

I told the child not to worry and to hold me tightly on the bicycle so that he doesn’t fall. I gave him the good news that soon he would be with his family but shockingly even after hearing this news, there was not a glimpse of happiness on his face; it was as if he had not even heard what I said. I heard him mutter something about ‘blue river’. Ignoring this reaction of his, I moved on but then came the terrifying part of the journey. 

Slowly and steadily the bike started getting heavier and I started losing my balance. It was not long before I fell down. I quickly turned back to see if the kid was safe but to my surprise, he wasn’t there. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. I looked all around, I even searched the woods to some extent but he just vanished. I got worried. This boy wasn’t communicative plus he had only one eye. I wondered how could he just disappear in front of my eyes, but then something else happened. 

I spotted something gleaming like water. It was a river! Sparkling blue, just like the boy had told me. I crossed this road everyday and I had never seen that before. 

I went closer and found a small elephant near the bank of the river splashing water happily on itself. It looked at me in the moonlight and gave a big smile. It had only one eye. 

Essays

Read this simple essay by 7 year old Sarthak from Gurgaon, very nicely summing up how are parents are there for us, every day and in every way.

Sarthak

Parents

By Sarthak

My parents are my best friends. I feel happy because my parents help me in  everything I do and they are very polite with me. I get sad when my mamma gets upset with me. But later I realize that my parents always say and things for my good. Then I forget everything and I hug them.

Whenever I have any problem, my parents always cheer me up and help me solve it.

During lockdown, me and my elder sister help my mom in dusting and doing laundry. My mother makes delicious food for me.  Sometimes I demand for french fries, white pasta or jelly and she cooks them  all for me.

Even though she is busy with her online work , still she reads books to me and plays with me. Normally, my father goes to office but during the lockdown he  is also at home. He does his office work and also helps mother in the house  hold work. He just bought a blue office chair and I also enjoy swirling on that  chair. My papa plays board games, indoor cricket and outdoor games with me during normal days. I enjoy doing meal time talks with my parents.

Yesterday my father told me about football World Cup and sometimes we play ‘I see’ guessing games. My parents tell me their childhood stories. I enjoy  listening and laughing at the funny stories. My parents also take care of their parents because they are old. I thank god every day for blessing with such a  wonderful family.

Rehan Sheikh

And here is a very thoughtful essay by 12 year old Rehan from Kolkata written on the occasion of World Refugee Day. At the end of the day, we all just want to be home, right? But unfortunately, that is not an option for some. Lets understand and honour their courage.

Quest for home away from home

By Rehan

International Refugee Day is observed by UNESCO to honour the courage, strength, bravery and determination of people who are forced to flee their homeland under the threats of conflicts and violence. Many of us probably do not know that Delhi is home to several refugees and asylum seekers – mostly Somalis, Syrians, Afghans, Burmese et al who are registered with UNHCR in India. Here is the story of one such refugee, Samin.

Samin seems inconsolable when asked about his family. A refugee from Syria, he lives alone in Delhi. While talking about his past the profound pain was  apparent on his face. Still he is willing to talk about his past.

“I am Samin from Syria. When I was just 21, my parents died one after another  within a span of six months, leaving me practically lost and heartbroken. There was no one except me to look after my sister, so I took a job in a nearby  restaurant. Things started off well but soon took a turn for the worse. The  country descended into civil war as rebel brigades were formed to battle  government forces for control of cities, towns and the countryside. Several people started fleeing the civil war between President Bashar Al-Assad’s government and the rebels, as well as extremist groups.

“One morning, I along with with my sister went to the nearby market.  Suddenly a roar shook the entire market place. It was an intense bomb blast which hit  the entire market and its nearby places.

“While remaining down on the ground, I lifted my head up and looked around to find everything completely changed. Almost all the shops had been mangled  and tossed around. I suddenly realised my sister was not there beside me. I  searched for her here and there among all the dead and injured. I found her, yes. But amongst the debris. I lost my only sister. The bomb had destroyed all the adjacent buildings, one of which was my house.

“All my neighbours decided to flee the brutal conflict in Syria and the  repressive government and decided to start the perilous journey across the  Mediterranean into Europe. It was then my old friend Emnauel suggested that  it would be better to move to India as India has been a host to a small group of refugees who sought to avoid the crowded countries that share the borders with Syria or the perilous sea journey to Europe.  India is one of very few countries where we still have a Syrian embassy.

“So Emnauel and I took visa and came here,” Samin shared his dreadful past. Initially, Samin and Emnauel had to struggle here as they used to face discrimination.

Even after facing several hurdles, refugees live with the dream of  going back to their own country. 

We all must remember that a refugee is someone who is forced to leave their country and we must also realize that no one in the world would willingly leave his home and homeland unless he is forced to do so.

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Sara’s Selections : May 2020

Everyone has a nose and an opinion on the new normal. It can get overwhelming sometimes. But there is one category whose views have been ignored and dismissed as ‘unimportant’ at a time when the world needs fresh voices and perspectives the most. 

That category is none other than children, the very same set who will inherit the world.

In a world obsessed with keeping children ‘engaged’, everyone is an expert on home-schooling and DIY ideas but no one pauses to ask children how they feel. 

How has life changed for the pre-teens and teenagers? What are family equations like? What do they miss? What are their aspirations? What moves them? What disappoints them? What surprises them? Who inspires them?

At Bookosmia, India’s premier writing platform for children, these are some of life’s intriguing answers the brightest young minds choose to share with Sara. 

Sara, the storyteller

Who is Sara? She is India’s first stereotype busting sports loving girl and storyteller. Sara is already a big hit amongst parents and kids alike. She was rightly and fondly called “our new best friend” by The Hindu and has since then been featured extensively for creating a repository of stories, poems and essays written by children, giving a unique insight into their minds. 

Sara wants every child to tell their story in their own words. 

And so, day after day, week after week, she is flooded by entries from bright 7-16 year olds in New Delhi, Gurugram, Bareilly, Vadodara, Mumbai, Chennai, Ranchi, Kolkata and even Switzerland exhibiting powerful emotions and viewpoints that are truly eye-opening.

Her latest writing prompt #GratitudeDuringCovid, an effort to encourage young voices during a difficult time was hailed by parents and children alike. 

While younger children wrote to her about being thankful for nature, getting to spend time with their parents and hearing the chirping of birds, the 12-year-olds and above shared pieces on becoming conscious of the privilege they have, of the freedom to “go inside themselves if not outside”, of empathy for their domestic staff and of exploring a new self. 

The series was a first of its’ kind insight into the minds of the children and was covered by national media like The Hindu and The New Indian Express. 

“While we see many memes on parents facing difficulties in handling their children during this long lockdown, we hardly bother to think about how these children might be feeling. But someone did think of them,” noted The New Indian Express while lauding Bookosmia’s writing platform for children. 

It is in this context that we are stoked to bring select essays, poems and stories from our young writers at Bookosmia’s ‘Sara’s Corner’ to Borderless, a truly revolutionary international journal that has made such a deep impact within a short period. We can think of no better place than Borderless to encourage these young writers to write down the emotions they bottle up for fear of judgement. 

Through this association with Borderless (see rules of submitting in Submissions), we are confident that young writers will come home to exactly what they were looking for — a warm, welcoming, and healthy space to express, learn, discuss and debate. 

Let’s put those webinars and Zoom classes on hold for a bit. It’s time to listen to what the wise young ones have to say.

—-Team Bookosmia

Essays

Its OK Not to be OK

Nivedita Chawda

By Nivedita Chawla, 17

Michael Jackson said “stop existing and start living.”
I feel this lock-down was about slowing down and changing our yardstick of measuring things. 

Personally, my yardstick of happiness, was being productive. 

I love getting things done and checking them off my to- do list, and then I love making more to do lists. I would see my friends doing 100 push-up challenges, doing various courses on Coursera, cycling every morning and naturally I’d compare their progress to mine, and felt like i was lagging behind. But I realized that this is pandemic, not a productivity contest. 

Some days if i manage to get out of bed after a sleepless night, shower and sit for my political science class, its enough. It’s okay to have a dauntingly long to- do list and not get anything done on it, its okay to not have a to do list at all. This pandemic has made me realize that its okay to not be okay. You can’t change this situation, all you can change is how you deal with it. 

Being privileged in your AC rooms doesn’t necessarily mean you HAVE to be in an emotionally better place. Grateful that you’re in a better place than struggling migrant workers and failing businessmen? Sure. But your 17 year old self doesnt have to take up the responsibility to heal the world. Today, if all you do is water the plants, watch the sunset and play cards with your family, its okay. Amidst all your luxuries and comforts you can still choose to feel discomfort. The world is healing in its own ways, you can heal in yours.

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Children look forward to future pandemics?

Meghna Girishankar

By Meghna Girishankar, 16

Children look forward to future pandemics?

During a time when the world has been massively hit by the effects of COVID-19, with almost every individual facing its brunt, there might actually be a  certain set of them who are loving what the pandemic has to offer. And they are children.

Before we can even attempt to fathom the logic behind this, pessimistic  thoughts would have already started coalescing in our minds: How can one be  so self-centered? Aren’t such ill-fated thoughts purely selfish? But as the  saying goes, “Don’t judge one’s choices without understanding their reasons.” In order to truly comprehend this seemingly inexplicable desire of children for wanting future catastrophes akin to the prevalent one, we must analyse their  thought- process behind the same.

Children like to receive their parent’s undivided attention and to be loved, by engaging with their family. In the pre-corona world where both parents were  working, getting to play a game of chess or having a family movie date was almost unimaginable and tantamount to a privilege, for children. Working  parents would be consumed with their work lasting till the wee hours of the night. As a result, they barely, if at all, could make time for their children, who, all along, have become accustomed to this treatment.

Now, anything that reverses this trend, with children seeing more of their  parents around and getting to experience more quality time with them would definitely provoke feel-good vibes. And this is just what the pandemic has achieved. As parents are working from home, they have more time to bond with their kids over activities like cooking, gardening and dancing. Children are certainly liking this whole new experience of having their whims and fancies being addressed, and would want it to continue in the future as well.

However, they are anxious that this might only be a ‘limited period offer’. Post rehabilitation, once economic activity resumes, things would go back to being the way it used to be. Ingenuous as they are known to be, children hence feel that the outbreak of such pandemics is a good omen for them. We cannot entirely blame them for such thoughts, as they are young and oblivious to the fact that what they consider fair might not actually augur well with the rest of the society.

In fact, parents are partly to blame. If they had ensured to set aside time off  their other commitments to bond with their children on a regular basis, this notion wouldn’t have even crept into children’s minds.

It is a parent’s duty to reason with their kids that what they see as right, might  not necessarily be so, since it is quintessential to take cognizance of a broader viewpoint. This will only be instilled in children when parents are more involved in their child’s life. Parents should therefore make a conscious effort to maintain a healthy work-life balance so that children don’t feel left out.

After all, children do not remain juvenile forever, but while they do, better to cherish those priceless moments with them!

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Unlocking feelings in the lock-down

Devbrat Hariyani

Devbrat Hariyani, 16

Empty. Vacant. Bare. Abandoned. Deserted. Void. Dark.

These are the appellations I gave to my feelings before this lockdown. I was constantly overlooking my blessings. I did not know what I loved nor the things that I owned. It is the last two months that have allowed me to reflect. They have given me credence about my thoughts because believe me, I was just a lonely, friendless child before this turn of event.

The two little words in LOCK-DOWN have actually played a contrasting role to my thoughts and feelings. I have “unlocked” them and obtained wisdom through stories. Stories of people who made their lives worth living on this planet and left it while inspiring others through their creations, experiences, and their service to this world. These stories have allowed me to have a sagacious vision of how people function to make their lives meaningful. It has made me structure my long term goals of becoming an entrepreneur and making a difference in this evanescent world that we live in. In fact, this lock-down has taken care of the seemingly little things in my life – my sleep schedule, fitness, my connection with novels, and it has even helped me to end my addictive relationship with Netflix.

This lone time led me to ponder upon the ideas I never thought I had, such as how each and everything has a philosophical side to it and how faith, imagination and intuition have influenced us to perceive things in our own way. I started to observe the smaller fragments of the approaches people take towards a situation. I watched how my mom and dad work with each other, how my younger brother imagines his day before starting it, and how my grandfather integrates his religious knowledge into his tasks.

This lockdown has practically defined the word “growth” for me. Not for a moment did I believe that my life was going to ameliorate this way, but this short period has unleashed my imagination to its endless possibilities, and it has helped me reconstruct my beliefs.

I have been integrating several views of people around me to find the true perspective of the world and myself. I did this while building solid relationships with a few friends that I know will last a lifetime. Because, after everything that I will have achieved in the future, the things that will matter the most are these friendships that I spend time on now.

So the words that I would attribute my thoughts to are-
Appreciative. Creative. Developmental. Conscious. Magnified and finally, Introspective.

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Poems

There is no one to blame

Lavishka Bajoria

By Lavishka Bajoria, 7 

I am thankful that we have beds to sleep,

Poor people who don’t have it, they weep.

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I am thankful that I can wake up late,

By staying at home I am also  safe. Late and safe don’t rhyme.

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In this lock-down I am in a happy mood,

I am also thankful that I get food.

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We are always playing a game,

There is no one to blame.

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Grandma’s Tale

Ahaana Kandoi

By Ahaana Kandoi, 13

“And there was no sign of an individual on the streets
Not even one where there used to be a myriad.
All engrossed in the news
Hoping that some positive message comes along.

That was the situation of the virus outbreak,
a disturbed time for all beings” said grandma.
“Both you and me were held captive in our houses
The towns had ceased to function.

Death rates increasing with the blink of an eye
And the infected were the hostages
There was the lot of the careless few,
Who were determined to not care
There was the lot of the educated illiterate
Who always seemed to be heedless.

However changes began as true leaders came forward.
Many people set good examples and they were followed.
Soon people disappeared into solitude
They began to follow the rules.
They stopped complaining and took to action
They were ready to give up on social lives
“We can get through this, we can do it,”
Were the words on everyone’s lips.

Development of technology began
Even in these terrible times
People began working from home
And brought about a progress in their countries.

And oh! The world how beautifully it evolved
The earth was once again replenished.
Turtles, dolphins and other creatures seen rarely,
Were now a common sight.

And if we look at the bright side
No theft, rape, abuse, slaughter occurring
And all were once again enthusiastic
The happiness again restored.

The people were now jolly and jovial,
7.8 billion smiles had driven the virus away.
So children, the lesson we learn today is the greatest one of all,
United we stand, divided we fall.”

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The world is better because of you!

By Vansh Garg, 17

Ode to Mother

Mother

A being like no other

One capable of exuding so much love

So much inspiration to fly above

One capable of becoming equally as harsh

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When your diligence and manners run scarce

As I wake up every morning,

My mom holds me close

Oh, I could enjoy this forever,

Alas, if only this moment forever froze

She lies there, a being infinitely wise

This feeling of warmth, it moistens my eyes

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Years pass by, oh, there my youth goes

I’d never give up this feeling, her holding me close

The creator has created 

The perfect master plan

To run this world, on its own

Clan after clan

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I’m part of this creation

As real as can be

Made possible by my mom

Who gave birth to me.

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To her, I’m foolish

I am naughty and naive

Nevertheless, a part of her

Blessed to be alive

I may be annoying and childish

But my smarts are what mom gave me

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I strive to be as infinitely selfless

As my mom, its epitome

I want to meet the creator

For them to feel the magnitude

Of, at being my mother’s son, my

unending gratitude

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To all mothers, a Happy Mothers’ day

Achieving what you have I’ll never be able to

We dedicate to you this day

The world is better because of you.

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Stories

Pumpkin Girl

By Ira Shenoi,6

#Sara’s Activities: Tangram # 10- Pumpkin Girl


Once upon a time there was little girl called Iri in a village very close to deep dark forest. She was walking in
the forest and found a small pumpkin. It was a magic pumpkin and started to grow bigger and bigger. It grew
so big that the girl decided to make it as her home. Slowly day by day she carved a bedroom, living room and
balcony for her inside the pumpkin. It was the cutest house and everyone called her pumpkin girl because she
lived inside a pumpkin.During the day she would go around the forest picking berries, nuts and fruits to eat. All
the animals in the forest like rabbits, butterflies, squirrels and bears were her friends.

But, other side of the village lived a big monster called Big Tummy Monster. He was called so because, he had
a big stomach and a huge appetite. No matter how much food he ate, he used to be hungry all the time.
People from the village had to cook for him and take food many times in a day, otherwise he would scream
and threaten villagers saying, “I will eat you all up!” People in the village were very sad and crying!
The pumpkin girl saw people crying and asked them what the reason was. They told her that all the food they
had was given away to the Big Tummy Monster and now they would not get anything to eat, even for their kids. If
they don’t give food, the monster would eat the up.

The girl thought of a plan, she went to the monster and said, “Hey Big Tummy Monster, you are hungry , right?
All you need is food, right? if you are really strong come and eat my pumpkin house!”. The monster came over and started eating the pumpkin, the pumpkin was so big that the monster could not finish it up. But the monster didn’t want to give up, and kept on eating and the stomach blasted out open, the monster ran away into deep dark forest in pain and was never seen again.

The pumpkin girl had rescued the villagers from monster, but now she didn’t have a house to live it. The
villagers thanked her and offered to build her a home. But she was not interested, she went to forest and kept
looking for a pumpkin. She found a small cute pumpkin. When she touched the pumpkin, it turned into a huge
one. She could make it as her new home, the villagers helped her turn into a home, and she was happy as ever.
“Do good and be kind.”

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“Holi is for everyone,” it is said. Even for colour black?

By Anoushka Poddar, 10 

Bookosmia Holi is for everyone childrens story

“What in the world were you thinking?” the boss cried.
“Who would want to buy a black colour for holi? I know you are new but that doesn’t explain why you made a black colour. Now pack all of it up and throw it in the bin outside.”
The worker meekly agreed and did as he was told and I was tossed outside.
I was feeling very cramped and stuffy inside that packet. I tried wiggling out but ended up spilling a bit of me instead. My eyes widened in alarm as I lay still like a brick.
This new worker at Colours Factory had accidentally made me, a batch of black organic colour. Nobody would have played with black colour so the boss told him to throw me away. As I lay on the trash, surrounded by fruit peels and plastic bags, little black rose heart filled with self-pity and remorse, I asked myself what had I done to deserve this? I had only been myself! I guess
there is punishment for that too.
Many days passed as I lay in the garbage bin and Holi was very near. On the eve of Holi, a little beggar girl came wandering by. She started searching in the bin, looking for something she could use or sell. When she saw me her eyes lit up and filled with tears. Laughing and crying at the same time, she picked me up and started twirling me around. I felt so happy and at ease.
Me, a packet of black colour was giving someone so much joy.
I was on cloud nine. The girl immediately took me home. All her family members were so elated that they almost jumped with joy. They stored me on a wooden shelf, hoping to play with me on Holi.
The next day I was taken out and opened. The family had a wonderful time playing with me as they could not afford colours and very rarely got them. I was soon finished but the family was not sad. In fact they were very happy that they at least got to play with me.

This was a very quick end to my short and dramatic life but I felt amazing that I was able to help somebody have a good Holi. I felt that this is the true spirit of Holi. When they say ‘Holi is for EVERYONE’, they are right!

The Pied Piper of Hamelin- a retelling!

By Riddhiman Gangopadhyay, 13

Bookosmia Pied Pipe fairytale rehash

The rat infested city of Hamlin was in distress when the mayor finally decided to take some action
against the vermins.
A few days later he brought a funny dressed person with a pipe to drag away the rats.
The person said that his name was the Pied Piper and that he was worthy of removing the rodents from the city of Hamelin. Both the mayor and the Pied Piper had agreed on the sum of 1000 guilders. About a week later, the Pied Piper was out on the streets with an army of rats which was getting bigger and bigger with every joining rat following him. They followed him to a cave on the outskirts of the forest where the rats disappeared.
He went back to the mayors office to get his payment and leave the city. But the mayor jumped up on his chair when he heard that the payment of thousand Gilders had to be made as if the deal had never been made in the first place.
Riddhiman, a little boy of Hamlin was hearing impaired and although the other children laughed at him, he could never hear the sounds of the laughter. When people cried, he could never hear the sounds of sorrow either. But he knew that what God had taken from him in hearing he had gifted to him in curiosity and alertness. On the other hand, the Pied Piper was planning something that would certainly spell do for most of the people of Hamlin.
Next day, the Pied Piper was executing his plans. Children, chanted by the sound of the Pied Piper‘s piping came flowing out of every street. The parents did not have a chance to stop the children for they were under the spell of the pipe too. They were made into temporary living statues.

Bookosmia Kolkata Pied Piper rehashed

The young Riddhiman, driven by curiosity followed the group of the enchanted children. As he was deaf he could not hear the music and therefore was not under the spell of the Pied Piper but he understood that the Piper was kidnapping the children to take revenge on the mayor.
Riddhiman followed the children into the cave where the Piper had taken the rats. He pretended to be under thr spell too. He waited for the Piper to sleep then he slowly came out of the cave and locked the cave entrance by pushing a rock.

He then went to the mayor to strike a deal with him in sign language. He said that he would take 3000 guilders to tell them where the children were and hand over the Pied Piper as well. The mayor agreed.
With the children back home safely and the Pied Piper sent off with a reprimand, Riddhiman bought a cruise ship and sailed away into the seas like he had always dreamt about.

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