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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.

( This section is hosted by Bookosmia)

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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.

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

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.

 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

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…

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 —

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.

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.

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.

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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