tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91698367491328707202024-03-20T19:22:52.981-07:00Buzz at CLUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-89177389280086107662023-07-24T19:04:00.003-07:002023-07-24T19:07:28.665-07:00Who stole bhaiya's smile- A summary by Daksha Sai.<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigmdFre_YTTJb0czQgAI4dQBemwFSmX2iF4NnlOn-5_xYS_ByGwKG8gUBz1X6p1HoLsY-2w1hHvjLlS7g22kN9g2LVVLe7v39QBkCCOkuVjc51xX2mcqX0IPbbgyOeWX2ML4yfuT0k9XaO4x-ZYihNgUt5GL-dnEsnLhhcfL6jf5HjHvEFubJMSv_1ztLo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="1114" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigmdFre_YTTJb0czQgAI4dQBemwFSmX2iF4NnlOn-5_xYS_ByGwKG8gUBz1X6p1HoLsY-2w1hHvjLlS7g22kN9g2LVVLe7v39QBkCCOkuVjc51xX2mcqX0IPbbgyOeWX2ML4yfuT0k9XaO4x-ZYihNgUt5GL-dnEsnLhhcfL6jf5HjHvEFubJMSv_1ztLo" width="320" /></a></p><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This story is about depression in children.</span></p><p></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Bhaiya had depression and had stopped playing with Chiru. Chiru named Bhaiya’s depression Dukduk the monster who had stolen Bhaiya’s smile. Before this, he would play happily with Chiru. Bhaiya’s parents didn’t understand anything in the beginning. Only Chiru was taking care of Bhaiya. His parents and grandparents did not understand Bhaiya’s problem and gave silly ideas. In the end, Bhaiya started going to a doctor aunty who took care of his depression.</span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Parents should not dismiss children's emotions.</span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Summary written by:</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Daksha Sai</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">11-year-old reader</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_cAvO1077OINRYq6oZNIpNzN8m_ansrEE0x4LlY7lyk_WW6FSid9O4p3sYhKSDEnUun3StIl3HloX4SIQp56hebyLRGe4CGY1LcaJ_9zPxODe8JvEbLm2ISRZffXEebYqM5DCmxPuDW2zfa4ZgZ8z5ase1Xg7yuhUTzdDccPrvoh4QYtSJ5c7Gc1cpD9/s1058/Screenshot%202023-07-25%20at%207.35.02%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1058" height="56" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_cAvO1077OINRYq6oZNIpNzN8m_ansrEE0x4LlY7lyk_WW6FSid9O4p3sYhKSDEnUun3StIl3HloX4SIQp56hebyLRGe4CGY1LcaJ_9zPxODe8JvEbLm2ISRZffXEebYqM5DCmxPuDW2zfa4ZgZ8z5ase1Xg7yuhUTzdDccPrvoh4QYtSJ5c7Gc1cpD9/w77-h56/Screenshot%202023-07-25%20at%207.35.02%20AM.png" width="77" /></a></div><br /><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /><br /></span></div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-32725421913929321542023-05-12T01:09:00.005-07:002023-05-12T01:09:59.820-07:00Sun's revenge- by Soham Madhok<p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ytht2237Tfz3pqqJQR4t1pqCZfxQkIeof6NwS43i07Hh0jUMyyLI_3gvT_Td0LUuZzDNQMziSLBZucmqBI7QWEb3wlT74Q1oweFJ-lxL6iAu-f6oHMmXhrsJB2Wu6UJWzc0ApQPpewtGvDJo90l0ZDZaZBgmkuT0omuGEPuASBg82aZPqiRGP0ov3A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ytht2237Tfz3pqqJQR4t1pqCZfxQkIeof6NwS43i07Hh0jUMyyLI_3gvT_Td0LUuZzDNQMziSLBZucmqBI7QWEb3wlT74Q1oweFJ-lxL6iAu-f6oHMmXhrsJB2Wu6UJWzc0ApQPpewtGvDJo90l0ZDZaZBgmkuT0omuGEPuASBg82aZPqiRGP0ov3A" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-3a075ef5-7fff-ee47-8dec-0ca61fe1dee1"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day at dawn, the moon said he wasn't going to set. This meant that the sun wouldn’t be able to rise. The sun became livid with rage and fought with the moon. The moon won the argument. They decided that the sun would rise after 3 days. When the people on Earth heard this, they started to fume and created a fake sun in front of the moon. The moon was disappointed. Then on the dusk of the fourth day, the sun decided to give the moon a taste of its own medicine. The sun didn't set. The moon knew it was no good fighting the sun, so it didn’t rise. Now even the clouds got angry. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -4pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The people who believed in astrolatry were happy that something odd had happened. After four days, the sun decided to set and the moon could rise. So, things were back to normal for everyone. People felt relieved. But the sun was still angry and wanted more vengeance, so it removed a piece of itself and launched the piece at the moon. But here the sun was foolish; it forgot that the moon revolved around the earth. So when the piece reached where the sun had aimed it to, the moon had moved and the Earth had reached the spot! As the piece hit the earth, it destroyed mankind.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now since the only reason the moon was revolving around the Earth was because of the Earth’s gravity, so now the moon had come out of orbit. The sun was burning in wrath, the planets went crazy and now the moon was going to crash the sun. There was something else in the moon’s way. Coming in front of the moon, it was Mercury. Not wanting to crash, the moon embraced for impact, but nothing happened as the moon got pulled by Mercury’s gravity into its orbit. The moon started revolving around Mercury instead of crashing into it. Now that the moon was safe, the sun got even angrier. However angry the sun was, it decided not to attack anymore. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soham Madhok</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-072d9f39-7fff-2036-bae9-d354d79fb18a"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-61460837988750476232023-05-04T00:48:00.001-07:002023-05-04T00:48:12.347-07:00Jake and his trophy- By Suhani Madhok<p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaQEg8YpCSFZmsyCn4fUc5BkfFELpwjMJJLTIjvHWXj9dzFAl0fTMqRumM549kF4dYycu3Yd6fl_0HvY5JwhHOIhA2P3qZjYemVgV5uuaS6-FuNTKzwsDd55FEJ7zt-58hQ5kE_TQNZAn4IrJAIfUrRw0mhvj4l4HNI3WvuFh9PmT2_uiGlRL2JNqVtw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaQEg8YpCSFZmsyCn4fUc5BkfFELpwjMJJLTIjvHWXj9dzFAl0fTMqRumM549kF4dYycu3Yd6fl_0HvY5JwhHOIhA2P3qZjYemVgV5uuaS6-FuNTKzwsDd55FEJ7zt-58hQ5kE_TQNZAn4IrJAIfUrRw0mhvj4l4HNI3WvuFh9PmT2_uiGlRL2JNqVtw" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once there was a monkey named Jake. He was ten years old. He was naughty and smart. He liked to play. When he used to play, he would throw his toys everywhere. One day he won a trophy in school. After he came back from school, he started playing with his toys and trophy. Later, it was time to go down. He went without cleaning up. Once he came back home, he got to know from his mother that he had to show the trophy to his teacher. He ran to his room but he couldn't see it. He searched and searched. Time passed and it was dinner time. Jake went for dinner. After finishing his meal, Jake went to sleep. The next day, he had to show his trophy in school but how could he! He had lost his trophy. He thought, at that moment, he saw something gold. He picked it up and saw it was his trophy. He packed it in his bag and happily went to school.</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Suhani Madhok</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-51437214050840031052023-03-29T06:26:00.005-07:002023-03-29T06:28:01.001-07:00Grandfather on a hunt- by Gia<p><br /></p><br /><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alex stared out of the window in boredom. She couldn’t wait to get to her late grandfather’s house! “Mom!” she asked, “are we there yet?” Her mom smiled, “How about I tell you a story?” “There goes my boredom!” Alex said. “I am going to start!” her mom said, “My dead father was actually a pirate, and as you know pirates are scary and hate humanity. And when my father died, he swore to get revenge and kill all humans…”</span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alex was getting bored with the story when she reached her grandfather’s house! “I will go down in ten minutes,” she said. Ten minutes later, she went downstairs. “I will have finished the summoning if Alex comes at 5 tomorrow,” Alex heard her mom say. She was very confused. What summoning was her mother talking about? Then, she remembered the book she found one month ago. It contained steps on how to summon a ghost and her mom had written a note in it. It said, ‘Summon father. Important. I’ve done it.’ Alex decided that tomorrow, she would summon her grandfather. The next day, when her mother was out, Laura set up the summoning equipment. She did as the book said and then, on a mirror, in blood, it was written, “I will kill you.” When Alex’s mother got home, she saw the message and screamed. She pulled Alex away from the house and started running. “I’ve been fearing this for 2 years,” she muttered. Alex’s mum was tired when she stopped running. Suddenly, a ghost appeared, surrounded by shadows. Alex’s mum said that she was done hiding. Then, she jumped into the cloud of shadows and disappeared. Forever. Alex stared at the ghost in horror. The ghost wrote in the mud, ‘I will not kill you… for now. My brother will. He… will be doing this later.’ Alex stared at the message in shock and disbelief … and ran away as fast as she could.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Years later, Alex was looking at a picture of her mum and recalling the crazy story of her grandfather. After her mother was “taken” by her grandfather, she and her father, who had not gone on vacation to her grandpa’s house, moved to New York. And, up till now, her great-uncle had not come after her. "Well," thought Alex, “I will have been surviving a ghost for 11 years in May.” And she set down the photo of her mother and walked away from her memories and fear of ghosts.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-8ad3c06b-7fff-006d-8655-6a2ee31394e4"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gia Velingkar</span></p><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-43017254252375052622023-03-24T06:21:00.001-07:002023-03-24T06:23:00.516-07:00Victim of the dark night: by Tashvi Beria<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPGimmmQz8EYp6mP2DKMHaw6n-M6_AfF9mmWik8HSufPA7Z6yfyI0uwvfjwIbe1chKKKRDDIKE3t0s-mE8VGytBaela4fnHw7CSLsKgug-cGx87JQequt27HIJxy3vfk1kvXxfUxWgIHpSqUChWEt0QK4D8B7jO3GT3iXIXK0k1vNWgY1mEDO0tDszDQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="626" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPGimmmQz8EYp6mP2DKMHaw6n-M6_AfF9mmWik8HSufPA7Z6yfyI0uwvfjwIbe1chKKKRDDIKE3t0s-mE8VGytBaela4fnHw7CSLsKgug-cGx87JQequt27HIJxy3vfk1kvXxfUxWgIHpSqUChWEt0QK4D8B7jO3GT3iXIXK0k1vNWgY1mEDO0tDszDQ=w455-h303" width="455" /></a></div><br /><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mia was sleeping when she heard the wooden flooring in the other room creek. Mia was a 23-year-old who lived independently. She lived quite a normal life. Hearing the creek, she had a </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">jittery</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> feeling that something bad was happening, so she picked up her torch and started to approach the bedroom to see what had happened</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She stuttered while saying nothing.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> What she saw next made her heart come up to her throat. She saw a 6-foot-tall man admiring his knife. Mia's legs were stuck to the ground and her voice was gone. All of a sudden, he looked up. Mia screamed and woke up with a</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> jolt</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She was covered with sweat. She was horror-struck. She just considered it a dream and went back to sleep.</span><p></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-66a8eecd-7fff-377e-3b8e-bb1a5e5ebe60" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">The next morning,</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> she had woken up when the milkman arrived.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">She finished her </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">quotidian </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">routine. Just then, her phone started to ring. She answered it and heard the angry voice of her friend saying, “Mia!</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> You told me that you would have finished the book before 10 a.m</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">. I don’t care if</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> you haven’t finished your work</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">.” She rushed to the door and </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">scuttled</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> as fast as she could. She noticed something odd. All the streets were deserted which was very strange for a Saturday morning. She ignored it and kept walking. Then she saw a shadow cross by at the corner of her eye. She looked to her side, but there was nothing. She looked in the front and saw the same man again. She froze dead, her heart stopped and she screamed. She found herself </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">quivering</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> on the ground. She was</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> befuddled.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> In a while, dismissing this as her imagination, she got up and returned the book. She went back home and decided to finish some work. She had been working for two hours so she took a break. While she was taking a break, the same incident repeated.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> She started to scream after seeing the man</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">. This incident kept repeating and started to freak her out. This couldn’t just be a hallucination. She went down and told her friend about this. Her friend was astonished but didn’t really believe it but still agreed to accompany her. They both went to the church to finally put an end to this. When they arrived at the church, Mia’s friend rushed to a </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">perspicacious</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> father and said, “Father,</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> Mia has been seeing things lately.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">” She narrated the whole story to him. The father said, </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">“I think you're seeing things, my dear</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">This is not true ”</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> Mia couldn’t believe it! She stayed and argued for an hour. Not even the father believed her. Mia’s friend then said, “</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">You have been arguing for 1 hour now; </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">give it a rest! It’s late and we should get going.” Mia took her friend’s suggestion and returned home.</span></span></span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-b3c93a38-7fff-74fa-6536-28ed144abf64" style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was dead on her feet so she took this opportunity to think about what was happening. It suddenly hit her! History was repeating itself. How could she forget! When she was young, there was a case going on where a serial killer was on the loose. It was a Sunday night when Mia was woken up by the noises of thunder and lightning. Her mom had said, </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I will be working till late night</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the maid will go back by 8 p.m,</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> so don’t stay up late.” Mia felt another presence behind her. She looked back to see a tall man wearing all black holding a long sharp knife. She was petrified to realize that there was a serial killer in her house. She </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">scuttered</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> to the kitchen and hid there. She saw a shadow approach closer and closer. She grabbed the knife from the kitchen counter. Everything after that was hazy. She couldn’t really recall what happened but all she knew was that she had gotten rid of the serial killer for good. This had left a scar on her leg. She remembered why she couldn’t dance anymore.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> She had been dancing for 8 years before this accident</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. The psycho serial killer had come back. He had never died. He had never left her. She was brought back to reality by a loud crash. Before she could realize what was happening, she heard the words,- “</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will never leave you and will have been haunting everybody’s soul for 22 years on the following Sunday.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Say your goodbyes because your time is up.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tashvi Beria</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-85897855756952111852022-12-08T21:41:00.001-08:002022-12-08T21:41:33.748-08:00Molly gets lost in a forest- by Sathvik Shashi<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacQ-EZEEdrn5DU0LsmnPKJkMQim-ivHRk8GPTyeoE4OX0q8_jSiOwdfDbQ50Cproj4eVWG6nVBLysYZGZCDzTPziPyK3rbmeWmNfLwGeayPr9bDPY7St6bG2dyX5cfPhLLgFeMCyEi_zEN6YXPWVy5hwdY8uO_97IlcMBb8SnJDsBw17ksMPOL0g-pw/s1121/aaaa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1121" data-original-width="880" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacQ-EZEEdrn5DU0LsmnPKJkMQim-ivHRk8GPTyeoE4OX0q8_jSiOwdfDbQ50Cproj4eVWG6nVBLysYZGZCDzTPziPyK3rbmeWmNfLwGeayPr9bDPY7St6bG2dyX5cfPhLLgFeMCyEi_zEN6YXPWVy5hwdY8uO_97IlcMBb8SnJDsBw17ksMPOL0g-pw/w339-h372/aaaa.jpeg" width="339" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-e95320a9-7fff-3d61-4b54-375cbf39ff65"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day, Molly was roaming around. She went out of the city while walking. She realized she was lost in a forest. </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">She saw a snake and ran away from there. She was very scared. It was getting dark. Molly wanted to go home, but she did not know the way. She saw a monkey. The monkey was intelligent. She asked the monkey for help. He told Molly that there was a magical tree somewhere and she must find it. The magical tree had a map that she could use to reach home. She immediately left to find the tree. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">After walking around for a few hours, she saw the magical tree. She asked the tree for the map. Then the tree gave the map to Molly. She followed the map and reached the city. She was very happy and relieved.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sathvik Shashi</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-89341588364842897932022-12-01T17:46:00.002-08:002022-12-01T17:48:14.885-08:00Poseidon meets Karen- by Aarav Maharjan<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-e4f6f734-7fff-2558-f40f-a5d80f05c9c3"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgO5nK-SbJb0pov7GaeMtLncS1XGMfMPPz2MObFOaU3D2gLra275emax-kz_NWEeXs_Lz_y7gcYrJAAKHZ9Nl8M0ii9rbAgQ8n3oY_X1suiCFlkLHl0I0oNbykoEWfAduinp4Y1LZcouVMZGC1LC6vWGcGFKUmu-55-OL74TuzONDjoo-QRu63bj8LhXw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="842" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgO5nK-SbJb0pov7GaeMtLncS1XGMfMPPz2MObFOaU3D2gLra275emax-kz_NWEeXs_Lz_y7gcYrJAAKHZ9Nl8M0ii9rbAgQ8n3oY_X1suiCFlkLHl0I0oNbykoEWfAduinp4Y1LZcouVMZGC1LC6vWGcGFKUmu-55-OL74TuzONDjoo-QRu63bj8LhXw=w351-h309" width="351" /></a></div><br />Poseidon crashed into this city that he had never seen before. Everyone in the city was perplexed and so was Poseidon as he had never seen these puny people before. He picked up one of the civilians and asked him elegantly, “Where is my trident?” The civilian was scared to the point that he was in tears, but Poseidon was just confused about how these people were so tiny and why a few people in weird white uniforms were pointing this small metallic thing in their palms, at him. Poseidon was scratching his head with confusion why all these civilians were acting so strange. Poseidon heard yelling coming from a distance, so he jumped over everyone and saw this lady with short blonde hair. She started yelling that he almost killed her with his trident, but everyone was confused as it had landed 3 meters away from her. As she realized it was not close to her, she went closer to the trident and lay down on the floor crying and telling the cops that this man had almost killed her. Poseidon got a bit scared, so he grabbed his trident and flew away, but the woman was not accepting this, so she yelled, “Where is the manager?”<p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written by:</span></b></div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Aarav Maharjan</b></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-67443892714645410262022-11-02T19:29:00.003-07:002022-11-02T19:29:28.847-07:00How Shiva and Zeus became BFFs: By Advay<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUaYoM-LErurA7fLC_6B5QgmNPbecRQmYx-ehmCce64EW5U0EMzHCg7OXuaANDzs-JEL0J2n0KHuAnYXlku-EQD0iYsYgmQZZwfY4PKJu1aRBYYiBR5uAdFySzXxN5DquiEafiBi6ouQtDBjmDM4IjvF9KhhFKg5pFq0-1GpRAfNj6PebfcmmyS3mGrQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="536" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUaYoM-LErurA7fLC_6B5QgmNPbecRQmYx-ehmCce64EW5U0EMzHCg7OXuaANDzs-JEL0J2n0KHuAnYXlku-EQD0iYsYgmQZZwfY4PKJu1aRBYYiBR5uAdFySzXxN5DquiEafiBi6ouQtDBjmDM4IjvF9KhhFKg5pFq0-1GpRAfNj6PebfcmmyS3mGrQ=w317-h354" width="317" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was this one day when Zeus looked down from the sky and thought he had to take a vacation to India. At about the same time, Lord Shiva (who lived in India himself) thought about going to Bangalore, a city in the south. They went there at the same time too, Zeus went by growing in size and walking there (Greek gods tend to do that) and Lord Shiva went by airplane. Zeus reached earlier than Shiva. He loved India! So many cars, buses, and buildings! The only thing that surprised him was that there were no temples! </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They must not have gods</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, He thought. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Zeus booked a hotel and went there. After three hours, in which Zeus managed to eat breakfast (a delicious cheese dosa) and lunch (</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">roti</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, a type of flatbread made of wheat, and </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">paneer ki sabz</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i, which is made of cottage cheese, and tomato gravy), Shiva arrived. By chance, he too booked the same hotel and ate dinner as usual. The following day, they met in the breakfast hall but didn’t recognize each other. Shiva and Zeus started talking and soon became fast friends. Soon they were going to the same places as each other and enjoying the sites. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then one day Zeus thought, </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This place is beautiful! I must move here.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> So, after explaining the situation to Shiva, Zeus went back to his palace on Mount Olympus in Greece. There he packed his stuff and left for India. Once he reached there, Zeus found a nice, quiet place and built a house. Soon after, when he just finished installing a coffee table, Shiva came to visit. They talked for a while, and then they left to see a newly installed statue in the city’s center. Then Shiva had to go and Zeus went back home. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few months later, Zeus decided to be a history teacher. When he went to the school, he saw a familiar face teaching the older kids, but he couldn’t figure out who it was. During the lunch break, he managed to recognize the face. It was Shiva! They talked for a while and were happy about the chance reunion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Written by:</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Advay Sahay</b></span></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-c9d5fc96-7fff-ea89-9e75-de824f817158"><br /><br /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 96pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-62619368208764827102022-10-18T04:17:00.005-07:002022-10-18T04:21:13.111-07:00Lord Vishnu teaches geometry- By Shaantam<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimcvVrfM4_6WdbU3j3tuT_jWmH9Fhvjd_6G6lU74K5pVHaTMjI5s4r-Tll_viac07gsHGZecwc-Btr3YwvmqHjG6zXbxwIClZfBtESwVGbzRXFXfpY88w05iSTfpntOJe9taGFqBwT7keICEGxnB2ZK-gjfNB6lbgzrVT-ye0mHGvaS41hcMwuCj4lZA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1230" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimcvVrfM4_6WdbU3j3tuT_jWmH9Fhvjd_6G6lU74K5pVHaTMjI5s4r-Tll_viac07gsHGZecwc-Btr3YwvmqHjG6zXbxwIClZfBtESwVGbzRXFXfpY88w05iSTfpntOJe9taGFqBwT7keICEGxnB2ZK-gjfNB6lbgzrVT-ye0mHGvaS41hcMwuCj4lZA=w394-h261" width="394" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-87c4c12b-7fff-3549-7359-c834d6c6c799" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day, Yuga went to school. He was given a task on geometry. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He didn’t understand it. He went home with that homework. He tried to do that difficult geometry homework again. So, he started praying to Lord Vishnu. He asked Lord Vishnu to come to earth and help him with his geometry. Then Lord Vishnu appeared there. Yuga was happy to see him. Lord Vishnu promised him that he’d teach him geometry properly. He checked Yuga's book and helped Yuga with the answers. Yuga understood all the concepts. The next day, Lord Vishnu went to his school. He was visible </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">only </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">to Yuga, but not to anyone else in school. He saw Yuga writing the answers confidently. Lord Vishnu went back to his place happily. The next day Yuga scored the highest on his test. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Shaantam J.</span></span></p><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-51988147807164052492022-09-25T00:37:00.005-07:002022-09-25T00:38:09.866-07:00A vintage car in 3022: by Aarav Maharjan<p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI6dVPcj8OASFHxPjJ9QoXExu-QY2s5AuXZfIv7lIuNMJsa3Vh4-3GEBuNvo8aPuWFYImufaNY3IEUo0Om1Mh-_r_-chXJT_LaYEvWXoPywSiUxB2GFXLY2GczeGKNJR0G1FJak_143NWuZOA9CkIKSK-vIDlBvqoHgTVwX3h-qJZz-LJfV_8QKc379g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="1102" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI6dVPcj8OASFHxPjJ9QoXExu-QY2s5AuXZfIv7lIuNMJsa3Vh4-3GEBuNvo8aPuWFYImufaNY3IEUo0Om1Mh-_r_-chXJT_LaYEvWXoPywSiUxB2GFXLY2GczeGKNJR0G1FJak_143NWuZOA9CkIKSK-vIDlBvqoHgTVwX3h-qJZz-LJfV_8QKc379g=w391-h258" width="391" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Klay was driving around his neighborhood at 2 a.m. because he was bored and could not sleep. His engine suddenly stopped. He turned off the car and opened the trunk of the car to see what happened. When he stepped out, there was a huge gust of wind. The wind swept Klay and his car. The wind was so strong that Klay passed out. When Klay woke up, he saw things that were not in his room or were not invented. In a panic, he got out of bed and checked his phone. It was written September 20th 3022. Klay ran down, sat in his car, and started driving. He did not know what was happening. A robocop pulled him over. People were crowding around Klay because for them, his car was vintage and elegant. The robocop called in a normal human police officer. When the police officer showed up, the police officer could only adore his car. Klay loved that people were surrounding him. Later that day, the news channels were all about Klay’s car as the most valuable and most expensive car in the world that was worth $100,000,000,00. Knowing that he would have a lot of money if he sold his car, he wanted to stay back in this world.</span><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Written by:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Aarav Maharjan</b></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-66600408583224065582022-09-20T06:49:00.005-07:002022-09-20T06:56:22.814-07:00Shiva's lost snake- by Anjali <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXShsbK1f4r1okNYKCxnREp4QlU2hH2cfGNbHfq6lc5qmyZSwKjYApD9a9Oh9X_wBKutepIM-m4f9Uew-9J4_nr7Dm5IBCu2J5FSUo0pS2BRxUjjEcoQ-qRnGEmBp9A3h1AYFpVw6n367RuVylOhx8jpQCyWbltG4xj4P0iYDBxut82Rs6y2ACx4KDdQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="858" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXShsbK1f4r1okNYKCxnREp4QlU2hH2cfGNbHfq6lc5qmyZSwKjYApD9a9Oh9X_wBKutepIM-m4f9Uew-9J4_nr7Dm5IBCu2J5FSUo0pS2BRxUjjEcoQ-qRnGEmBp9A3h1AYFpVw6n367RuVylOhx8jpQCyWbltG4xj4P0iYDBxut82Rs6y2ACx4KDdQ" width="224" /></a></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-2d84ef9a-7fff-acf1-072f-1077eeab05c1"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lord Shiva was sleeping with his snake on his bed at night. When he woke up to find that his snake was missing, he kept a meeting with all the other gods to find his lost snake. No god had seen Lord Shiva’s snake. He thought that his lost snake would be on earth. So Lord Shiva dressed like a modern man. He put makeup on his blue skin for disguise. Then he jumped to earth. Lord Shiva went to the Whitehouse in the USA to meet John Dalton, the president of the USA. When John Dalton saw Shiva, he was shocked, “Who are you?” Lord Shiva introduced himself. John Dalton wondered what Lord Shiva wanted. Lord Shiva read his mind and told him to just help him find his snake. John Dalton had heard in the news that there was a snake in Denmark. Lord Shiva agreed to go to Denmark. Lord Shiva and John Dalton flew to Denmark. They searched everywhere. Lord Shiva felt exhausted. At last, John Dalton saw something shining behind the bushes. A snake jumped out of the bushes. John Dalton realized that it was Lord Shiva’s snake. Lord Shiva was ecstatic. He thanked John Dalton for finding his snake. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">By:</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anjali Shashi Shekhar</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span></div><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-68032015447096941742022-06-29T21:23:00.003-07:002022-06-29T21:23:39.635-07:00Who murdered me? A thriller story by Ananya Ray<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikNB4f4LRu_Vkyjhq2yBnXfgzeUt32tcXeVfr7g4SdeaL0rIAqDVzWzxKBA9dEsDJnaaVfwe873_Yo5cj8ZRZLP5VxceS_wtYeLkxfWoXjv0FdWnhjmXMz5qPi178AgdbNaBzA1rysF9aFuM_25FlG6gUZ_ScDC5gDT7SOyvzlwkxZIWU-AkX_uoOwPg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="860" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikNB4f4LRu_Vkyjhq2yBnXfgzeUt32tcXeVfr7g4SdeaL0rIAqDVzWzxKBA9dEsDJnaaVfwe873_Yo5cj8ZRZLP5VxceS_wtYeLkxfWoXjv0FdWnhjmXMz5qPi178AgdbNaBzA1rysF9aFuM_25FlG6gUZ_ScDC5gDT7SOyvzlwkxZIWU-AkX_uoOwPg" width="320" /></a></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-90d166cd-7fff-bb94-a428-105cc2fdc9d5"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Money is the root of all evil</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. This is my favourite saying. My story just proves this. ‘Morning Felicity De La!’ I thought to myself when I just awoke this morning. I got up, brushed my teeth, bathed, then put on a dash of makeup. While I was bathing, I realized I had a bullet inside my skin. I quickly wore my clothes and drove to my doctor. He confirmed that it was indeed a bullet and that I should have been dead. I was shocked! Who would want to kill a dress designer who was nobody special..yet? The doctor and I decided to do a medical investigation to see if any of my organs were affected by the impact of the bullet. My doctor later came out saying that I had no pulse, no heartbeat, nothing. I was dead, yet I could walk, talk, sleep, eat, and other people could see me. I quickly rushed home after thanking my doctor. I decided to create a dress inspired by death. With long black chiffon sleeves, a V-neck, and pitch-black cloth, it represented death, at her worst. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just then a knife whooshed past me, hitting the mannequin beside me. I quickly hid behind my cupboard and waited till the coast was clear. The mystery assassin, dressed in black, came inside my room. The assassin pushed the cupboard pressing me to the wall. I was crushed. Then the assassin picked up the knife and stabbed me with it in the heart. I thought I was gone, but then I realized I was already dead. Ignoring my pain, I snatched the assassin's knife and stabbed the assassin with it. The assassin, realizing defeat, retreated. I sat on the floor hugging my knees, shocked, ‘Did I just harm a person? Will the police come to arrest me? Why does someone want to kill me?’ After these thoughts buzzed through my head, I decided to clean my wounds. It had been an hour and I guessed my wounds would have clotted by now. But… lo, my wounds were gone, leaving no scar behind! I came to the conclusion that I could be harmed but not killed.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I resolved to clear my mind and take this matter of finding my killer into my own hands. I cast a quick glance around my room looking for clues. I found a white paper with a green lip stain and a white cross on it. It was not mine. Heck, I didn’t own any lipstick, much less a green one. I rushed out of my room and went to </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">maisonette</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> De La where Jacqueline De La, my twin sister, who was my closest friend, and a </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gendarmerie</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> activist (a military force active within civilians) currently resides. Once I arrived there, she made me a glass of mint </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mojito</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, which I absolutely adored. I recounted my story to her, making her fall off her chair, literally. I also asked her for some help in tracking my killer by showing her the paper. After searching for a really short time on her police computer in her </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bureau</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, she found the gang the assassin belonged to. It was the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">gang de tueurs</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 76px; overflow: hidden; width: 98px;"><img height="362.13213610948856" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/zZTxYlLN9_MnrQAez75mY2pY8Ug3BfuhChL-GLb9EAtdkVY6SSvmklGiGb1P0pNqItkUFHEA_xmAjZW_wQZuU3uxzJ_m4erjAVYEA5EEly4CuNUOcZnAQnP7HRu_cTS939hasFCkmyINnZbStA" style="margin-left: -147.41844372416313px; margin-top: -94.06536136798071px;" width="376.6011924155956" /></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I nearly fainted hearing their name. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gang de Tueurs</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> was the ultimate assassin gang, but they were demolished by the</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Le Paris</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Government. After searching for a few more minutes, she said there was another group claiming to be the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gang de Tuers</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> living in an abandoned building. I decided to go prepared. I brought out my sling and created a few </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">papier-mâché</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> balls to bonk the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tuers</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in the head. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">En route</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> to the building, I had a suspicion that it was my </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">riche</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> enemy designer/stinky spoiled brat, Adèle Du Poudré who was trying to kill me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bomb dropped on me. I thought I was gone, but then I realized I couldn’t die. I quickly ran away from the bomb, ignoring my injuries. They soon healed up after a few minutes. I had now officially found the suspect. I decided to switch my destination and instead have a little </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">rendezvous</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> with her father. I messaged her father who just happened to be my uncle.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oncle </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raphaël, how have you been?” I asked. “I have been in good health, dear niece,” he replied. Then I went straight to business and told him everything except the fact that I could not die. After I finished, he decided to take a look to see if the culprit was Adèle. After thanking him for taking these drastic measures, I decided to meet Adèle and ask why she did all this. Just when I was about to, I saw </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oncle</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Raphaël talking to a man dressed in black. The man looked like the assassin. To listen to what they were talking about, I went towards them and started recording them for evidence as it looked like shady business. “Why is that stupid girl still alive? I told you to drop a bomb on her,” he asked the assassin. “She somehow managed to survive. Don’t worry, master. I will kill her sooner or later,” replied the assassin. “Well, do it quickly. She is suspicious and bold enough to investigate,” he ordered angrily. The assassin jumped to obey. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Once that girl is dead, my Adèle will win over the fashion industry and we will be the richest people on the Earth. Adèle has been losing too many times because of that girl. Like father, like daughter. Her dad used to win all the time,” he muttered. I took this evidence to the police and they put </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oncle</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Raphaël in jail along with the assassin who in fact was an original member of the gang du tueur. Adèle disappeared once she found out that her father was caught. Was she part of the plot? That I may never know. After all this drama, I went back to creating wonderful dresses and my ability remained a secret. I made sure that high-quality dresses meant </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felicity De La</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> from my brand</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Chic De La.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This is my story with a pretty good ending because I always remembered, </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Money is the root of all evil.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ananya Ray</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-83254841035901913212022-06-29T21:19:00.003-07:002022-06-29T21:24:23.904-07:00Who murdered me? A thriller story by Pranav Mekaraj<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE3hpRJ2qNaF2LzV1-DGy2ibnazPxcWjrr_DBNDxGOaP8Zg4in68jpRhkBs9ZmM--RheoA2cCeLBcu3haXHXDlH-0xi9Cs0HfB5zeweqIe1aT389c55_3ZPSKweqFOuX03Ys6V6lDjKCqcMrld-BT6nBy9czGUdbwkOV06cqHIKnfXdGcp4x6CcbXDRQ" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1513" data-original-width="2000" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE3hpRJ2qNaF2LzV1-DGy2ibnazPxcWjrr_DBNDxGOaP8Zg4in68jpRhkBs9ZmM--RheoA2cCeLBcu3haXHXDlH-0xi9Cs0HfB5zeweqIe1aT389c55_3ZPSKweqFOuX03Ys6V6lDjKCqcMrld-BT6nBy9czGUdbwkOV06cqHIKnfXdGcp4x6CcbXDRQ=w450-h341" width="450" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-47922021-7fff-abe7-524f-db7aeaa30c46"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was a twenty-four-year- old adult, and I had just received my two-year salary. I came home feeling jolly. Suddenly, as I took out the money from my pocket, I saw a pair of eyes at the window. I quickly kept the money in my cupboard and went to investigate. As I closed the cupboard door, I looked back just to be smashed on my head with a lampshade by a person I vaguely recognized. I was instantly killed. After a while, I woke up and flew out of my dead remains. There was no sign of my killer. Right then and there, I vowed to myself that I would not rest till I found my killer and had him executed. The next morning, I was wandering around the street right in front of many people. It seemed as though they couldn’t see me. Suddenly, a little boy who couldn’t be older than ten pointed me out. “What is that?!” he screeched, in a petrified voice. For the first time since I died, I looked at myself. I was a monster!</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I quickly ran and hid behind the nearest dumpster. By then, the little child had overcome his fright and walked over toward the ghost. He stood beside me, with his jaw falling out in awe. “Are you a ghost?...” he was quivering with fear. “Yes,” I replied while trying to avoid his gaze. Then suddenly, it hit me. If he was the only one who could see me, maybe he could help me on my quest. “I am trying to find out who murdered me. Can you help me on my adventure?” I desperately inquired, “You are the only one who can see and help me.” “Okay, but first we need to get back to my house in case someone hears me talking to you.” As we headed back, he explained that he would tell the police that his friend had been murdered. He would show them the house, and they would try to find the murderer. I would have to tell him all the details about the person I saw before I died. My only job would be to sit and wait.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“He was a short fat male, with a mask around his nose. He had greenish-blue eyes and killed me using the Lighto company lampshade. He walked with a slight limp on the right foot,” I described to the boy. “What was your name?” he inquired. “My name was Madan. What’s yours?” I was curious too. “I’m Mehul,” he answered. I found myself a nice and quiet spot in the corner of a park to sit and wait. Meanwhile, Mehul was telling his parents that he would be out for a while and would be back by nightfall. His parents gave him a little bit of money for food, and he set off on his escapade. The police station was fourteen blocks away and was a fifteen-minute walk. After reaching, he explained the case to the nearest officer. “Where are your parents?” the officer questioned. “They have gone to Scotland for a month while my grandmother is sick,” he lied. He explained the case to the officer, and they set off toward my house. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once they reached, I decided to take the chance and spy on them through the window. “Drops of blood on the ground!” the officer exclaimed while Mehul was cowering in fear at the sight. They led towards the door of my neighbour. Then I thought, “Didn’t my neighbour Prajwal have green-ish blue eyes?” I beckoned Mehul to come towards me. I told him to tell the officer about it. Suddenly, the officer bellowed something about a piece of a knife outside Prajwal’s house. Mehul and I immediately rushed to the spot. Slowly, the officer forced the door open. There he was! My murderer lying on the couch, fast asleep still wearing that mask with the other piece of the knife on the side table. The officer woke him up and instantly handcuffed him. Strangely though, Prajwal seemed to be able to see me as he was looking in my direction with wide eyes. The officer pushed him into the police car, I snuck in, and we drove back.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once we reached, Prajwal was taken to the interrogation chamber. The officer kept hitting him with a whip while asking him questions. As soon as Prajwal stopped answering, he was hit like a prisoner until he continued. After the extraction of information, the officer explained to Mehul that Prajwal had just lost his job and couldn’t pay off the mortgage of his house, so he tried to get the money by robbing people. It was decided that for committing this crime he would be executed the following day. Just then, I remembered to ask Mehul to ask the officer where Prajwal had kept my money. The officer said that it was on the 3rd shelf of a cupboard which was beside the TV. Later in the day, we went to Prajwal’s house and retrieved the money. I gifted the stack of one hundred dollar bills to Mehul for helping me find my murderer.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The following day, Mehul and I came to watch the execution. Prajwal screamed, thrashed, and begged for mercy while the police dragged him to the noose. I closed my eyes as I did not wish to see the execution. We went to the officer immediately after it was done to thank him for his help and support in finding my murderer. Mehul gave him two hundred dollars from his stash and we left. I watched Mehul over the months spend his money on various items which he kept in a secret stash in his room which his parents did not know about. These items consisted of notebooks, headlamps, and many other tools that most detectives used. He even went to a detective school. Mehul died forty-two years ago, and I still miss him. To this day, I still wander aimlessly about the same house where I was murdered.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pranav Mekaraj</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #3c4043; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-80602342232341133162022-04-13T22:35:00.005-07:002022-04-13T22:36:11.453-07:00First time rude- by Shaantam J<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--4Rc6-OCO7XNRsv0pTIDA26C8Dz_MUD3fUCw00EmFZkvQnH-7NA38x5es3VI2aB03QQRdWfrsJ1gpk7c4MVx--84L9uKykRPVJ3RMvmHQc0ks-vGrP8FqE51kA0PA24yX_UM3RYJtRrgLVJ9yL97APVl62Qn6pa2y_BlKu---uSzUZ3Ys5FKMMIQpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="860" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--4Rc6-OCO7XNRsv0pTIDA26C8Dz_MUD3fUCw00EmFZkvQnH-7NA38x5es3VI2aB03QQRdWfrsJ1gpk7c4MVx--84L9uKykRPVJ3RMvmHQc0ks-vGrP8FqE51kA0PA24yX_UM3RYJtRrgLVJ9yL97APVl62Qn6pa2y_BlKu---uSzUZ3Ys5FKMMIQpg=w359-h289" width="359" /></a></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-923ad7dd-7fff-663c-8351-69015d08a232"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tom lived with his mother. He was a very happy child. He used to always listen to his mother. He was very obedient. He was never rude to her. One day, he was playing outside. His mom called him inside and he said, “5 minutes!” Because he had already played in the morning, Antono told Tom to immediately come inside. Then he rudely said, “No!” She was surprised that he had become so rude. She felt very bad.</span></span><p></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-ecb25810-7fff-8fd3-3f97-24e6789675ef"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Antono asked Tom what was upsetting him. Then Tom told Antono how he was bullied. Easten teased him at school and he started to cry. Tom returned home in a bad mood. Antono was really upset to hear this. She hugged Tom and said, “You are a brave boy.”</span></span></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-037634e0-7fff-404e-0c93-7860916a9754"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Antono went to school to complain to the teachers. She saw Easten playing there. So she went to him and she asked why he had teased Tom. Easten said that he was sorry about it. From now onwards, he wouldn’t bully Tom. Antono was very happy to hear this. She went home and told Tom everything. Tom was happy and apologized to Antono for his rudeness.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shaantam J</span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-41132143776391996992022-04-07T22:57:00.002-07:002022-04-07T22:57:55.168-07:00Sun's revenge: By Khushi K<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 21pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0mqix643SxcOfPRRWffSBqrT0bd3A-F1AGtFht75F3-CBk4kdO3ivOWT888dz00b3BLMDDFvtD1_IcDqwuAWHwKEnvs0Uw2XkzePYLRXX1CBr2LMEYZgq5ks7Q7W34xLBi74b3BCG7cIirS12CI9ljyAvlcKZ2WCk7CcR55QKehQwF1H8I6JiRoMdlg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1680" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0mqix643SxcOfPRRWffSBqrT0bd3A-F1AGtFht75F3-CBk4kdO3ivOWT888dz00b3BLMDDFvtD1_IcDqwuAWHwKEnvs0Uw2XkzePYLRXX1CBr2LMEYZgq5ks7Q7W34xLBi74b3BCG7cIirS12CI9ljyAvlcKZ2WCk7CcR55QKehQwF1H8I6JiRoMdlg=w549-h309" width="549" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 21pt;"> Sun’s revenge</span></div><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-6783410f-7fff-e153-ea74-5e9f2634fb33"><br /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On one summer day, Rahul was playing around in the garden of his house with some tea set waiting for his sister, Tanya. Tanya was in 9th grade and she was always busy studying but still gave some time to spend with her brother and to play with him for a while in a day. That day, she had been in school since early morning. Rahul was missing her r so much that he started crying, so his grandmother called him to tell him a story to console him. The story was all about a village and the sun. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before starting the story, she told him that it was the revenge that the sun took on the village. Rahul became curious about the story and asked his grandmother to start the story without wasting any time. So, his grandmother started. In the story were a few villagers and the sun as the main characters. There were 5 people named Manoj, Nagaraj, Mahi, Lakshmi, and Vripina. They were all farmers and they used to grow, plot, harvest, etc as their job, but they never got tired of it in their life till now. They had a belief that the sun looked after them and wanted them to plow and harvest like good farmers. They also knew that the sun was capable of getting angry at them and they never did anything to annoy the sun. Once a big vehicle came towards their farmland. All five of them stared at the vehicle. The vehicle stopped at the doorstep of the house. There was a man who got down from it. He wore a clean suit, shoes, and sunglasses. He looked like a cool gentleman. He was holding some papers while he got down. After he came to them, he asked “Who is Manoj here?” Manoj went forward and asked him about the papers he had in his hands. After hearing the question from Manoj, the man explained that he had come here to purchase their lands for building some factories and industries and he would give them 50 crores rupees for it. All the five people were so happy about the offer that they accepted it. But later on, after these five people signed the paper the gentleman disappeared without saying a single word about the agreement. So they all got to know that it was a trap for them to give him the land, but it was too late for them to realize it because they had already given him everything and didn't have a home to stay in. They tried stepping on their lands only to get severely burnt by the heat. They started to live on streets and roads. After a few days, the sun started to get hotter and hotter, but no one knew the cause of it. So it was hard for all five of them to live on roads and streets. But then before they went to others' houses for shelter, others also had lost all their property too and now they had no place to live. And they all got to know that it was the sun who took revenge on them because before that guy had come to the village they were happy and leading a happy life through harvesting and now they couldn’t do even that. So they realized to follow their traditions and beliefs always. They worshipped the sun for 2 days. Sun told them that the man in the suit was him and he was testing their greed. The villagers apologized for their mistake. The sun forgave them. Then later there was heavy rain where everyone was so happy.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as his grandmother finished the story, Tanya ran from the gate to him. They were happy to see each other. Tanya had completed all her homework at school and now she had time to spend with Rahul. So they both played till their mother called them inside for dinner.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Khushi K</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-55333531004950057012022-04-06T22:31:00.005-07:002022-04-06T22:31:45.083-07:00Shaun learnt to be careful- By Shaantam J<p><img height="308" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/GgDW4beOs8OnjmNxRguMqGNCO2AHLdlXm4qLxs1MSsVAgUOqG8Rbd8j6olXP7ksnuXdFNZ1L0pa4lGeojGKB6-Hxj23E77OdpAYMVyaw9azeOT4ywAtoo4h6rJFCDqGKmmeKXIXJ2NJ-=w308-h308" width="308" /></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shaun lived in Scotland with his parents. His mother, Tina, was a homemaker. She used to look after the house. His father, Jerry, worked for a Swedish company. Shaun was seven years old and studied in grade1 in a nearby school. </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-dfad2ba2-7fff-ad79-738a-776f56e54b7a"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day, when he came from school, he asked his mother if he could watch a show on the phone. She agreed. Shaun took the phone from the mother carelessly. The phone slipped from his hands. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The glass of the phone broke. It scattered all around </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">the floor. Tina got super angry. She started scolding Shaun. She yelled, “You broke my phone! It’s not working. How will I talk to anyone now?” Shaun started crying. He kept thinking, “How did this happen?”</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-79f82450-7fff-cdbe-54e7-6c45f323f240"><div><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-2196b586-7fff-eb9f-c834-05f72a308d4e"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Tina stopped scolding him when Shaun started crying loudly. She calmed him down, “Never do like this again.” Shaun sniffed, “I am sorry, mom. I’ll be careful now onwards.” </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Tina had to buy a new phone soon, and Shaun was always very careful with it.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Written by:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Shaantam Joshi</span></p><div><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-77722508598883357542022-02-24T19:00:00.006-08:002022-02-24T19:01:52.217-08:00The Dark Forest: By Vaibhav<p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgS-F3168AjRAxmygg8xG-KsfPe8Vy3fAW61qsDALAnfhJ5CGqXckcFmoohRDlYZMvUhC9jEqfUdTcfnTsnUXbW5JWZ_AKnwtUoWmseUTGoB3vskvHlJpAqZkjLcLKmg4DWWbdG2pbbzTxiUV3mwV8l2_uMIP3G6IJEab5b5atuRxiyy3RZY9fGCLuQRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="3300" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgS-F3168AjRAxmygg8xG-KsfPe8Vy3fAW61qsDALAnfhJ5CGqXckcFmoohRDlYZMvUhC9jEqfUdTcfnTsnUXbW5JWZ_AKnwtUoWmseUTGoB3vskvHlJpAqZkjLcLKmg4DWWbdG2pbbzTxiUV3mwV8l2_uMIP3G6IJEab5b5atuRxiyy3RZY9fGCLuQRA=w589-h322" width="589" /></a></div><br /><span id="docs-internal-guid-1e20f156-7fff-dda3-e912-3ac772430aa1"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mack Needle and Tom Hills were classmates at Bloom’s Academy. While watching a haunted show on television, Mack got inspired and told his friend Tom about visiting scary places. Tom was initially hesitant, but Mack convinced him saying they could become popular in their town. They started to search for possible scary places to visit and found a forest close to the Crimson Hills. Many news articles read that people who had visited that forest hadn’t come back.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mack and Tom were both excited and nervous about the trip. They had not informed their parents and wanted to venture out on this trip by themselves. They packed the essential items such as water, snacks, torches, cameras, and helmets.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next morning, they began traveling to the forest by bike. Mack decided to call it ‘The Dark Forest’. On reaching The Dark Forest, Mack started the video recording. Both of them were exploring the forest when they heard strange noises. Tom quickly looked around but saw nothing. They continued walking and saw a bridge that appeared very old.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Firstly, they tested the bridge by throwing some rocks. It broke one of the planks on the bridge. Since the bridge broke, they were forced to walk across the water stream. After a few minutes, they heard a deafening sound. Both of them were shocked to see that the bridge had disappeared. Mack immediately checked the video recording of them crossing the bridge, but the file had become corrupted. Tom got tensed and started scolding Mack as things were getting super weird!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mack managed to convince Tom again, and they continued walking until they reached a village. They saw many humanoid-looking creatures walking around the village. Within a few minutes, one of the humanoid creatures started chasing them. They started to run towards their bike. Mack and Tom managed to get onto their bikes and sped away at lightning speed.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After reaching home, Mack learned from the news channel that many strange humanoid-looking creatures had been found near the Crimson Hills. Mack considered himself lucky to have escaped those strange creatures. He was extremely tired and went to bed. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">When he woke up the next morning, his mother was scolding him for watching stupid horror shows in the night. Mack realized that whatever he had experienced was a dream!!!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2839972727272726; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><br /></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-6ced984d-7fff-43a7-77e3-76fdbdbffdd9"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Written by:</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Vaibhav</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-56784714438569323512022-02-20T17:47:00.003-08:002022-02-20T17:47:13.320-08:00From Mysore to Africa: Written By Vihaan Ganjiwale<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGj9WsOPeez_3-kyo8G5F8YngIVavIDP4EBf881tjcDiYJVHT-NovG3EB_aHxLu7vgQnocLYrIlPUxPIPQFl4CFFR7Q2jxBALGidNzRb0bxUMjzMgzq4UKhgEz9_Dd9LN1iFspM4_dgzJLJ87BqionOHNpqhzAMyXoDzn-RfY2irTKMlhZNc5wnj_gQg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGj9WsOPeez_3-kyo8G5F8YngIVavIDP4EBf881tjcDiYJVHT-NovG3EB_aHxLu7vgQnocLYrIlPUxPIPQFl4CFFR7Q2jxBALGidNzRb0bxUMjzMgzq4UKhgEz9_Dd9LN1iFspM4_dgzJLJ87BqionOHNpqhzAMyXoDzn-RfY2irTKMlhZNc5wnj_gQg=w476-h268" width="476" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">All the wild animals of Mysore zoo wanted to see Africa. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 18.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">They booked an animal airplane. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The elephant wanted to fly the airplane, but it was too heavy. The cheetah was a good pilot, so it flew the plane. It was the first air trip for the animals and they enjoyed the flight very much.</span></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-346b97fc-7fff-d312-5712-008aabfb74b1"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They were all very happy to see animals roaming freely in the forest. It was very hot in Africa. They went back to their airplane and flew back to India, But they accidentally landed at a human airport in Bangalore. All the animals went Inside the airport and people got scared when they saw the wild animals. All the animals were puzzled and realized that they had landed at the wrong airport. They flew back to Mysore animal airport and finally returned to the zoo. They were very happy with the trip.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vihaan G</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-346b97fc-7fff-d312-5712-008aabfb74b1"><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-42715415825853205442022-02-10T06:03:00.005-08:002022-02-10T06:10:21.634-08:00The indolent boy: by Aditya S<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4s-8uZ295IRlubl9bQ6I9PHmRHIiq-NdLaYP9AQ9zjRreZFH5cE_3aSTLQjCuGqz1eXVvIhsnC4ldURIC60NmJNnc5mnVY8DuDikOZQ6S0S07QXs02VIuUNnDD9uvZTt7Rsuj3V1y5BdVJ7mwlFQgMwi_aPeu0tuDEDERohuWFSZSXZEbFLb-uz1BEw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="650" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4s-8uZ295IRlubl9bQ6I9PHmRHIiq-NdLaYP9AQ9zjRreZFH5cE_3aSTLQjCuGqz1eXVvIhsnC4ldURIC60NmJNnc5mnVY8DuDikOZQ6S0S07QXs02VIuUNnDD9uvZTt7Rsuj3V1y5BdVJ7mwlFQgMwi_aPeu0tuDEDERohuWFSZSXZEbFLb-uz1BEw" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-14cf0c1e-7fff-7c96-4626-9fd50afd3d94"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><u>The indolent boy</u></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was once an indolent boy named Jack. Jack’s somniloquism always worried his parents. Jack was in middle school and was 14 years old. He lived in the USA. He had no friends in his school or near his house. Jack was indolent because he always got bullied by two teenagers in his school, Kris and Charles. This was a q</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">uotidian </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">thing, and Jack wouldn't do anything to stop them. It would be </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a cold day in July</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> when Kris and Charles would stop bullying him. One morning, Jack was walking to his school. When Jack reached school, he saw Kris and Charles waiting for him at the front gate. Kris and Charles walked up to Jack and started to act nice. Jack was confused, but then suddenly, Kris kicked him and Charles pushed him. Everyone in the school started to take pictures, make videos, and laugh at him. The bullies started laughing and went to their first class. Although Kris and Charles were bullies, they were very dumb. Jack was the smartest in his class. Jack’s first class was science. Kris and Charles were talking to each other, so the teacher picked them up, but then they started to mumble, and everyone started to laugh at them. Jack was sleeping in the class right behind Kris and Charles. The teacher asked Jack, ”What does velocity mean?” Jack simply answered the question, “How fast the speed is going in a particular direction.” The teacher was impressed to hear a kid say the correct answer even though the boy was asleep. Kris and Charles felt jealous, so they showed fists to Jack which meant that they were gonna beat him up at lunch. Kris came up with an idea to get Jack in trouble, “Jack looked up the answer in his laptop!” yelled Kris. The teacher was disappointed and sent Jack to detention. Jack tried to explain, but the teacher wouldn’t let him. Then the same things happened in all the periods. When it was lunch, Kris and Charles threw down Jack’s food and gave him a wedgie. Jack got mad but didn’t do anything about it; after all, he was an indolent boy. A mysterious guy wearing a mask and a top hat saw the scene. His name was Mr. Strange, and people called him the mind-reader. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After school, Jack went home limping. He tripped a few times on the floor, which made his leg feel worse. He decided to go to a bus stop nearby. He saw a bus stop that would take him straight home, so he sat down and waited for the bus. After a while, the bus came and Jack went on it, but he didn’t know that Mr. Strange was on it. Jack’s leg felt a bit better sitting on the bus. He went to his house and took a rest. He started to do his homework and finished it at night since Jack was like a </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">home bird </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and didn’t have friends to go out with. While Jack was finishing his homework, Kris and Charles were at a party. He filled a glass with water, and then he was gonna drink it when his mother called him. Mr. Strange was watching him from the window. After Jack went to his mother, Mr. Strange snuck into Jack’s house and put some magic salt in Jack’s water. This would make Jack feel stronger and braver. Jack came back into his room and drank the water because he felt </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">parched</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Mr. Strange had snuck before Jack came in and quickly ran back home. Jack went to his bed and fell asleep. </span></p><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next morning, Jack woke up feeling a bit more </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">zappy</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. He jumped out of his bed and went straight to his restroom and started to brush and take shower and then got ready for school. He found it a bit strange that he was more active than before. He took his clothes and wore them. He felt a bit confident that he would be able to beat Kris and Charles because he felt stronger. His leg felt better and he could run faster than before. Instead of taking the bus, he decided to run to school. He ran so fast that he made it to the second bus stop before the bus could reach it. He continued running and didn’t feel tired. He then made it to school just in time before class started. He took all his books for his first period. He saw Kris and Charles talking and making fun of Jack while he entered the class. Jack could hear almost everything Kris and Charles were talking about. Jack sat down in his chair and Kris and Charles leaned back to his table and said that they would beat him up at lunch and after school. When it was lunch, Jack took his food and sat next to Kris and Charles. Kris and Charles felt confused, so they started to say mean things to him. Kris threw Jack’s food on the floor and then so did Jack. Kris felt angry and tried to punch Jack, but then Jack held Kris’s hand. Charles tried to hit Jack, but then Jack saved himself by a </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hair's breadth</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Then after lunch, Jack took his other books and went to his next class. Jack felt happy like never before. When school ended, Jack kept all his books back in his locker and went out of the school. He saw Kris and Charles, but then both of them started to run away. Jack felt happy that no one could beat him up. If Mr. Strange hadn’t helped him, Jack would have been indolent forever in his whole life. </span></span><div><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written by:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aditya Shrivastav</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-46007042870345310862022-02-04T06:08:00.003-08:002022-02-04T06:10:13.855-08:00Baker’s new recipe: By Aditya S<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNop-VL3fi3EEj0pGVEhAsGv_X3Uh-dtywFvl6BJLUXlM41D9GIBjrRKVaDOxA23DdbV2BJec7E-gPGsKZF-4uYwSVXPlUUIjN4fPK2NwF_G7itY1JjuhmKsr4XtE1s6sePO6vLpJ1icqIV9CLbh9vKcVeskIGnjw9XniLhywad2GkbZCKjq7MNjxs3g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="804" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNop-VL3fi3EEj0pGVEhAsGv_X3Uh-dtywFvl6BJLUXlM41D9GIBjrRKVaDOxA23DdbV2BJec7E-gPGsKZF-4uYwSVXPlUUIjN4fPK2NwF_G7itY1JjuhmKsr4XtE1s6sePO6vLpJ1icqIV9CLbh9vKcVeskIGnjw9XniLhywad2GkbZCKjq7MNjxs3g=w267-h400" width="267" /></a></span></div><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br />Chris felt angry and sad about his job because he wasn’t earning money. </span><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Very few people came to his bakery. Chris used to have many people coming to his bakery, but later people didn’t like the cookies and stopped coming. Chris tried to come up with an idea that could make the cookies taste better and get more customers to his bakery. He took his recipe book and looked for recipes that could make the cookies taste better. He tried to use some of the recipes that were in the book, but for him, it didn’t taste better. Some of them were too bitter, too sour, and too sweet. He wanted one that could make the cookies taste perfect. Chris tried the last of the recipes that were in his book. He took the recipes and left them in the oven for a whole day. While the cookies were in the oven, Chris went to sleep and waited for 24 hours. He kept on thinking if this would make the cookies taste better. Would this get more people to come to his bakery? He kept worrying about the cookies, but soon after, he fell asleep. While Chris was sleeping, little sparkles were coming from the windows, but Chris couldn’t see them. Those sparkles from the lights were Fairies. </span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-9d3d9c63-7fff-72a4-5dc4-5b0209bebf19"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Fairies wanted to help Chris make the cookies taste better, without Chris knowing it. The Fairies put a bit of sprinkle on the recipes and made changes to the recipe book. Then the Fairies went back to their land. When the Fairies left, it was morning for Chris. He went to check on the cookies. While he was walking to the cookies, on the table, he saw that the recipe book was different from yesterday. He then tasted the cookies and found them perfect, but he still wondered how the recipe book and the cookies were different. He thought that someone had sneaked into his bakery and swapped the books and the cookies, which didn’t happen. He looked at the recipe book very carefully to see if it was swapped, but when he checked the other recipes he tried, they were all the same. Chris didn’t think that he had bad eyesight, or he mis-saw it. He wondered and wondered how the recipe book and the cookies had changed.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After Chris tried the recipe book, he knew it would get many customers back. He had a Ballpark figure for signs, boards, and flyers all over his town. When people saw the boards and signs, they went to Chris’s bakery. “If I don't like this Meringue, you have to give me back my money!” yelled an old grumpy man. “Sure,” replied Chris. The old grumpy man tried the cookies and felt joyful. He ate all the cookies in less than 2 minutes. “Wow, I like these cookies. You don’t need to give back my money. These cookies are better than an old rabbit’s carrot!” said the old grumpy man. “Thanks,” replied Chris. The old grumpy man told all his friends to come to visit his bakery shop. All the cookies tasted very good. A million and one people in town went to try the cookies in the bakery, and they all liked it. Chris became the affluent man in town, but he still kept wondering how the recipe book had changed and how the taste of the cookies had changed too. After the fairies saw Chris being befuddled about how the whole new thing happened, they felt bad for him because he kept sleeping late. So the fairies put some sprinkles onto Chris’s head to make him sleep. They went near him quietly and slowly put the sprinkles on him, but Chris turned his head around. The fairies quickly went hiding and back to Chris’s head and put the sleeping sprinkles on his head. Chris fell asleep and the fairies put some sprinkles that would make him forget about all of the things that were changed by the fairies. Chris woke up in a happy mood. He wasn’t feeling too well; he felt a little confused after the fairies put sprinkles on his head. But he forgot about it and went to open his Delicatessen. At Chris’s bakery shop, there was a whole crowd. Chris was happy to see them, so he gave all the new cookies to the people in the town.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aditya Shrivastav</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-37485922949916519742022-01-13T22:04:00.003-08:002022-01-13T22:04:59.496-08:00Rabbit becomes a chef: summary by Aditya S<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEBvmfK7GFbzprWhHLdDxAEDPwAF0VbIEz8mM0DyZGldZCtOI37rQN9RFAgfw73LEAYPSyEo4jBrNDZXSJmexYG4STEAAO4OwAK-4r0tfSlWA7QOeMvF1enp9OndrYIe-Npj2o0XKCdSWdkgWmkz__B5Qd83QUb7tLMKi0hhDAS0aGhvnMoqC9XrE-=s988" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="988" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEBvmfK7GFbzprWhHLdDxAEDPwAF0VbIEz8mM0DyZGldZCtOI37rQN9RFAgfw73LEAYPSyEo4jBrNDZXSJmexYG4STEAAO4OwAK-4r0tfSlWA7QOeMvF1enp9OndrYIe-Npj2o0XKCdSWdkgWmkz__B5Qd83QUb7tLMKi0hhDAS0aGhvnMoqC9XrE-=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every day, for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks, Rabbit ate raw carrots. She was tired of eating raw carrots, but she couldn't just </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">reject them grumpily</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> because that was the only food she had. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She tried thinking of some ideas to make them taste better, but couldn’t think of anything. After eating raw carrots again for lunch, she went to the farmer’s house to see how he made the food taste better. She saw a pot of </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">scorching</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> water. She saw him cooking the food. Then she came up with the idea of cooking. Just as she came up with the idea, a </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ferocious </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dog started chasing her. The next day, she took a few raw carrots and put them on a tree. She left them out there to see if anything changed the taste of the raw carrots, but nothing happened. She tried putting them on fire, but it was too bitter. She kept on thinking and thinking until she had an idea. She got an old tortoiseshell and collected 3 stones and sticks. She placed the tortoiseshell over the sticks and started a fire with the help of the stone. She filled the shell with water and boiled the raw carrots in the tortoiseshell. The raw carrots had a new taste. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was excited to bring her friends for dinner to enjoy the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">luscious </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">carrots and admire her </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">culinary </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">skills. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvKXYVmSwCnS8RZ34Vl6nTu2VjlRe0Xz_mMg_84N0O-qFqBfyww80Xl-vkYJhIws69nuW1O86ISWLrqDSvPPa6pkoTY4VyqwY1bcZB21QNlbSIDCZT0tSCaU6wv-rY6gXQgRBA0Lz-0I5f345xN2aBTUG3hKF0I6lod9xwqo6o8sQha0J1Sz1yFM6R=s940" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="940" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvKXYVmSwCnS8RZ34Vl6nTu2VjlRe0Xz_mMg_84N0O-qFqBfyww80Xl-vkYJhIws69nuW1O86ISWLrqDSvPPa6pkoTY4VyqwY1bcZB21QNlbSIDCZT0tSCaU6wv-rY6gXQgRBA0Lz-0I5f345xN2aBTUG3hKF0I6lod9xwqo6o8sQha0J1Sz1yFM6R=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Summary written by:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Aditya Shrivastav</b></span></span></div>Aanchal Agrawalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05171817200213779102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-24390700341468313482022-01-13T21:56:00.006-08:002022-01-18T05:02:17.705-08:00Cuentos De Hangout: History as nursery rhymes II<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-vffMIHSf85ucidiELr6sEh4xKc9P_-uAMyRdAxaAk5J9aheBETwyaoF6VOJg2LiPOEcV8QwMpTDR09pKAeaKpVvLD7RFZfkm_WNBeSpnRxF7cxI4R8BHdoD-yZ3zwCExiPUKbDPnhrOBv27JeKd3TDzJNwAvZDiHzPN_cysiGaCj0w2WjsYidFPM=s612" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="612" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-vffMIHSf85ucidiELr6sEh4xKc9P_-uAMyRdAxaAk5J9aheBETwyaoF6VOJg2LiPOEcV8QwMpTDR09pKAeaKpVvLD7RFZfkm_WNBeSpnRxF7cxI4R8BHdoD-yZ3zwCExiPUKbDPnhrOBv27JeKd3TDzJNwAvZDiHzPN_cysiGaCj0w2WjsYidFPM=s320" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Nursery rhymes by kids for adults</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">******************************************************************</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">J<b>allianwalla Bagh massacre: Arnisha Jindal</b></div></span></span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-dd950654-7fff-5f64-ec90-c96f26bf3b7d"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">(On the tunes of Humpty Dumpty) </span></b></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></div><span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The Amritsar people had no idea at all</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">That festival day would be their fall</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">All the national leaders and all protesting men</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Could not stop the British from shedding blood again</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*************************************************************************************************************</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Revolution of radium: Atharv Agrawal</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">(On the tunes of London Bridge)</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Radium came to everyone </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everyone, everyone.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Radium came to everyone </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everyone, everyone.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By Marrie Curie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Fill it in toothpaste</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Toothpaste, toothpaste.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Fill it in toothpaste</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By Marrie Curie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Faces will grow bright with shine</span></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Bright with shine, bright with shine</span></div></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Faces will grow bright with shine</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By Marrie Curie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Buildin’ up shine n’ cancer</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Shine n’ cancer, shine n’ cancer</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Buildin’ up shine n’ cancer</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By Marrie Curie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Radium came to everyone </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everyone, everyone.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Radium came to everyone </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everyone, everyone.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-c524cff9-7fff-816d-30b1-3ae258747b49"></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By Marrie Curie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*************************************************************************************************************</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Russian Revolution: Ishir Kolar</b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>(On the tunes of Twinkle Twinkle)</b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Here comes the Russian tsar </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">His ruling isn't even close par </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Even with his giant seat</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The peasant’s demands he will not meet</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-7765c106-7fff-8905-f766-7b4354bfe3a6" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Day by day they march on the street</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">With little chance of a feat.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Here comes the Russian tsar</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">He will not be able to make it far</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*************************************************************************************************************</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Theft of Kohinoor: Jerin Paul</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">(On the tunes of London Bridge)</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The empire is falling down</span></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Falling down, falling down</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">The empire is falling down</div></span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Oh please come back today!</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-504535dc-7fff-33d7-73bc-05498af5d89b"></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Our diamond was stolen</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Stolen, stolen</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Our diamond was stolen</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh please come back today!</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Koh-i-noor!</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Koh-i-noor, Koh-i-noor</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Koh-i-noor</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh please come back today!</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Please come back</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Come back, come back</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Please come back</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh please come back today!</div></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*************************************************************************************************************</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Covid pandemic: Srihitha G</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">(On the tunes of Twinkle Twinkle)</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-e099da8b-7fff-fdc1-0393-0d65bc31d1ca"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">COVID COVID little virus</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">How I wonder how to stay far.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everywhere I see, there you are</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Like a monster in the air </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">COVID COVID little virus</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">How I wonder how to stay far!</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*************************************************************************************************************</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Afghanistan war: Aadya K</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>(On the tunes of Row row row your boat)</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-f4b3beba-7fff-122d-9337-cf8a5d4c0b26" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shoot shoot shoot the guns</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before they escape and run</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">fiercely , fiercely, fiercely, fiercely</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life is a bad dream</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shoot shoot shoot the guns</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before they escape and run</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Watch out for the Talibans</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before they have some fun</span></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div></span></div>Aanchal Agrawalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05171817200213779102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-60950380751554547602021-12-22T02:40:00.000-08:002021-12-22T02:40:00.952-08:002 tickets to Fallabda: By Tvisha<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRx8gjaRcKOnF52bcVFWczCPU6G1xO8N5FkFW8ttsgFIjFGE7iHDwacxf62bZHAhdIQCx8Vz3biMkGlu3e9b81jVqOYB_LC2LQT8Dpi9eSZHoaOQ6FXgxpZYmrM8kR1X36rnQ6syRgis/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRx8gjaRcKOnF52bcVFWczCPU6G1xO8N5FkFW8ttsgFIjFGE7iHDwacxf62bZHAhdIQCx8Vz3biMkGlu3e9b81jVqOYB_LC2LQT8Dpi9eSZHoaOQ6FXgxpZYmrM8kR1X36rnQ6syRgis/w257-h411/image.png" width="257" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />The Shop</span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-507e2e00-7fff-9639-d5f8-83f058d93d51"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella Afton was a young girl who lived with her family in Pennsylvania. Bella believed in fairies and elves and had dreams to go to FairyLand. Her best friend, Robin Quinn, also believed in fairies and elves, and wanted to be an author of fantasy stories. Bella and Robin played fairy games and drew fairies and elves. During their summer holidays, Bella’s mother would take Bella and Robin to FairyLand Fair, and during the winter holidays, Robin’s mother would make them their favourite fairy cookies and fairy-shaped marshmallows with hot chocolate. It was Bella’s 8th birthday, and for the seventh time, she was having a Fairy Party. Every year, Bella and Robin put forward a fairyland shop where everyone gives old things that could be reused and the two best friends would make fairies, elves, and many other things used by fairies and elves. One day, when the girls were selling and making at their shop, an old man came and gave them a wand that he owned when he was young. The man left before the girls could ask him if he wanted to buy something. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella picked up the wand and said, “HOCUS POCUS 123 MAKE MY SHOP LIKE A FAIRYLAND.” All of a sudden, the shop started spinning, and it spun and spun. Bella and Robin tried to reach the wand that had fallen down because of the spinning, and it spun and spun and spun and spun and stopped. The two girls looked around with amazement while papers, pieces of clothes, scissors, makers and other materials were flying above them. The material flew and flew and flew and flew above them, things flew and flew and everything was back on the table nicely arranged. The girls were amazed with the way the shop was looking with fairies and elves made of paper hanging from the ceiling, colourful clouds looking like yummy cotton candy were swinging from the ceiling and everything was like a real fairyland. Bella and Robin went out of the shop and saw the fairyland shop was in the shape of a house and not like the canopy they had before. It had a new fancy board neatly labeled ‘FAIRYLAND SHOP’. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella and Robin had more customers that day. They used the money to buy more things for the shop. A few days later when Robin and Bella reached home, they got bad news. “Girls I’m afraid I have some bad news. You will have to close the shop for the entire year as the day after tomorrow your schools are starting. But Mrs. Quinn and I decided to let you spend the night together”. “Oh! That is indeed bad news, mom,” sighed Bella. Robin got her favourite stuffed toy fairy. Robin reached her house after dinner. The girls first baked cakes and cookies shaped like fairies, and then watched the movie ‘TINKERBELL’. Around 12 midnight, the girls went to bed. The girls were fast asleep. The room was quiet. The house was quiet. The streets were quiet. The city was quiet. Everyone was fast asleep. Bella and Robin were sleeping when the bright sun woke Robin up. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Wand Connection</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robin looked around. The place looked strange. She was getting scared and started waking up Bella. Bella did not wake up. Robin got more scared. “Bella, please wake up. Look, look, we are kidnapped”, cried Bella. “Ahhh! Bella woke up and shouted. The door opened and something flying came in. Bella and Robin shouted, “Aaaahhhhh!” “O, hi! I am so sorry to disturb you, Bella and Robin. I am Mrs. AppleFairy, and you are in the fairy guest house,” said a fairy. “Hi, are you a fairy and are we in fairyland?” asked Robin. “Yes Robin, I am a fairy and you are in Fallabda FairyLand,” said Mrs. AppleFairy. “Wow! Our dream came true!” said Bella excitedly. “We are delighted to meet you Mrs. AppleFairy,” said Robin, thrilled meeting a real fairy. The door opened and another fairy came in and said, “Hello girls. I am the queen of Fairies and the world’s FairyGodMother. And you are heartily welcome to Fallabda FairyLand.” FairyGodMother waved her wand at the girls. Glitter was swirling and spinning around them and then they were neatly dressed like fairies. They had wings and a beautiful gown just like a real fairy. “Wow!” exclaimed the girls.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Let's go explore around.” called out Mrs. AppleFairy from the other corner combing hair. The girls, Mrs. AppleFairy, and FairyGodMother went out of the cottage to explore. First they went to the great Palace of the Fairy Queen. “This is the palace where I live.” began FairyGodMother. They started their way in the Palace. In front of the palace gate two elves were flying. The elves bowed at the queen and opened the gate. “Girls, this is Alvin and Bailey. They are my guards.” The girls waved shyly and followed the queen in the palace. It was the end of the tour and the queen had to go for a meeting so she waved goodbye and left for the conference room. Mrs. AppleFairy led the girls out of the palace. “Let me take you to the city where everyone lives." The girls went along with Mrs. AppleFairy to the city. They went across the river, over the mountains and hills, through the supermarket, and around houses.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the end of the journey, they came to Mrs. AppleFairy house. A huge garden was in the front yard. Mrs. AppleFairy had all kinds of flowers, fruits and vegetables. “This is a magnificent garden, Mrs. AppleFairy,” said Bella. “Thank you, this is the place the wand is connected from,” said Mrs. AppleFairy. Oh! So this is how we came here,” Bella said in surprise. Seeing through the garden, Robin asked, “How much time does it take to do all of this?” “It takes less than three months. It's not Rocket Science to do this, you just have to be patient,”</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> said </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mrs. AppleFairy. They went to the house to have breakfast. The house was beautiful. After their breakfast, they decided to take a stroll in the park and play. They left as soon as they were done with their breakfast. The park was crowded with fairies and elves were walking, exercising and doing other kinds of activities in the park. The girls first went for a stroll and then played around with Mrs. AppleFairy. After playing at the park, they went back to the guest house.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Gold Terrain </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“There are still 4 hours left for 6 Am.” said Mrs. AppleFairy, “You may want to go for a holiday.” Bella yelled with excitement, “Oh yes, we would love to.” “Yes, of course we would love to,” screamed Robin in eagerness. Mrs. AppleFairy called out a few places she knew, “You can go to… the beach in Hawaii, the Alps in Central Europe, the Thar Desert in India, the…” The girls interrupted, “The Thar Desert in India.” “It was our last chapter of the year and the most interesting chapter in the year,” said Bella. “Ok girls. But wherever you go, remember to come back, you have to reach the exact <span style="background-color: white;">same</span> place you appeared in at the Thar Desert,” told Mrs. AppleFairy, “Ready set go. HOCUS POCUS 123, Send Bella and Robin to The Thar Desert in India.” As soon as Mrs. AppleFairy said this, just in one wink they reached The Thar Desert. They saw boards around and on one of them it was written ‘You are in Jaisalmer’. The girls continued to walk. But they didn't know they were walking more to the city than the desert. As they went further, they saw people go on camels and wanted to try out as it looked fascinating and they were tired too, so they decided to go on it.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As the camel stood up, the girls got scared because of the bumpy, scrumpy way it stood up. “Ahh! I am falling down” cried Bella. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aare madam aap ko kuch nahi hoga. Bus pakad kar rakho. (Oh! Mam, nothing will happen to you. Just hold properly.)” said the camel driver, Sundar. The camel took them to the sand dunes. And at the sand dunes, they stopped to take a small break from the strange bumpy ride. As the camel sat down, the girls got scared because of the bumpy, scrumpy way it sat down. The girls got down from the camel and decided to go up the sand dune. As they started to climb up the dunes, they found some strange beetles. “Aahh! It's coming on me. Help Bella!” Robin yelled in horror. Bella pulled Robin away from there. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aap log kitna der the ho.Yeh toh sirf ek kaala bhrng hai, dekho</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (You guys get scared of everything. This is just a darkling beetle, see.)” said Sundar as he threw the darkling beetle. As they climbed, they saw many other beetles. As the darkling beetles crawled around, they made tiny, weird footprints. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girls got back on the camel to head back. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Madam, panch sau rupee lugenge</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(It will take five hundred rupees)” said Sundar. The girls got worried because they did not have any rupees or dollars. Robin put her hands into her pocket and found rupees. “Uh, how did this happen?” asked Bella. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Madam, aur log ko jana he oont per, jaldi paise dijiye</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Mam, more people want to go on the camel, give the money fast)” pleaded Sundar. The girls quickly gave the money and left for more activities. As they walked further, Bella groaned in discomfort, "My legs hurt a lot." “Hey, look there is a jeep over there. Let's ask for a lift.” volunteered Robin. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kumbageni. Aap ko kaha jana hai? Agar aapne oont savari karli tho paragliding karne chalo.</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Hello. Where do you want to go? If you have done camel riding, then go paragliding.)” said the jeep driver. The girls found the name paragliding fun and wanted to give it a try. “Take us paragliding,” Robin said.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: underline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Mystical Porter</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The jeep driver took the jeep into the desert. “I have butterflies in my stomach.” joked Bella as the jeep bounced. The jeep stopped at a wide open area without any plants or shrubs.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> A wide canopy resembling a parachute was attached to a person's body by a harness in order to allow them to glide through the air after jumping from or being lifted to a height. The girls got off the jeep. </span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Madam, do sau rupee.</span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Mam, two hundred rupees.)” Asked the jeep driver. Robin put her hand in her pocket and found a two hundred note. The girls raced into the counter of the activity. “Kumbaghani, paragliding ke liye theen sau rupee prati vyakti.</span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Hello, for paragliding it will take three hundred rupeees per person.)” Said a man at the front desk. Robin again reached in her pockets to take out six hundred and gave it to the man. In return the girls got a coupon. The girls went forward to put on their harness. Before wearing the harness they had to give the coupon. Bella decided to go first and put the parachute. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella's parachute was connected to a quite long rope and the rope was connected to a jeep. The jeep started moving. As the jeep went further, the speed increased. Bella was lifted up in the air. “Woohoo! This is amazing.” shouted Bella in excitement. The jeep took a turn and slowed down. Bella slowly came to the ground. Two men came to catch her. They took out the parachute and put it in the back of the jeep. Bella went and sat in the jeep. As soon as Bella came out Robin was attached to the jeep. As the jeep went further, the speed increased. Robin was lifted up in the air. The jeep slowed down and Robin came back to the ground where her parachute was taken off. And she went to the jeep. The girls went back to the front desk for the time. The man showed his watch. It was 4:15 in the evening. The girls calculated the time and found out it was only 15 minutes to reach home.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girls took a jeep and went back to the middle of the desert. The girls quickly paid and went into a magical porter. From the desert they reached the fairy guest house. The girls walked further and went into another porter. They finally reached home and quickly went back to bed. The girls were woken up for breakfast after an hour or two. The girls got freshen up and came to the breakfast table. Robin had her breakfast and left home to take a bath. The girls again met up at the shop and gave a last day's offer. The girls walked in and found a box and on the box it was written ‘FROM MRS. APPLEFAIRY’. The girls opened the box and found many books with the title. ‘WITH MRS. APPLEFAIRY’. The girls arranged the books and started their work. The principal of their school came and asked for three boxes of these books. The girls gave their principal three boxes of books. The girls' shop was empty that night and many customers had come especially for the books and the offer.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 5- The Elephant Appeared In The Room</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girls closed the shop and decided to keep the money in Bella’s cupboard. The girls left home and had their supper. The girls soon were tucked into bed. The next morning the girls went to school. At school the principal came into their class and distributed the books. “This book was only in stock at Bella and Robin’s shop. I read this book yesterday and it seems like Bella Afton and Robin Quinn have written this book. The school is giving this book for free to every child in the school.” announced the principal, Mrs. Stefani. As the class teacher came in, Mrs. Stefani left the class so the teacher could give her introduction. “Hello children, my name is Sydney Williams. Today we will introduce ourselves.” introduced the class teacher, Mrs. Williams. Everyone in the class introduced themselves and sat back down on their seats and started doing their work. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the other hand, Mrs. Afton and Mrs. Quinn decided to go to the grocery store. At the grocery store the other ladies started asking for their autographs, “Oh my god Mrs. Afton and Mrs. Quinn, please give us your autographs.” People also asked for advice, “Mam, how do you train your daughters to write such a good book?” and other such things like, “Mam you must be so rich with your daughters money.” “Mam, your daughters were doing great, why did you stop them?” Mrs. Quinn got mad and shouted, “I have no idea what you are talking about. Now please give us some way.” The ladies did as they were told. Mrs. Afton and Mrs. Quinn decided to sip some tea and talk about the elephant in the room at Mrs. Afton’s house. The ladies thought about it very hard. After some time Mrs. Quinn had a brilliant idea and so they did it. They went to Bella’s cupboard and saw two whole boxes filled with money. Mrs. Afton and Mrs. Quinn decided to have dinner together and sort it out. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At dinner Mrs. Quinn asked the girls, “We know about your store but we don't know about the book. When did you write a book and how do we don’t know about it?” “Let us explain mom,” said Robin. “It all started on the night of the sleepover.” began Bella. “We found ourselves in a strange room. And then a fairy-like creature came into the room and introduced herself. She was actually a fairy, a fairy named </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mrs. AppleFairy. It was a miracle to see a real fairy. After some time another fairy came into the room. She was the queen of fairies and the FairyGodMother of the world.” Robin then continued, “FairyGodMother made us into little fairies and we flew around with Mrs. AppleFairy.” “And then we came back to the room we appeared in and Mrs. AppleFairy decided to send us for a holiday at the Thar Desert in India. We went around the desert, did activities and came back home.” “But how did you have the money to pay for the activities in the desert?” asked Mr. Afton. “Another miracle dad. It all just appeared in Robin’s pocket.” replied Bella. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 6- The Jewellery </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The books had magically appeared in the store and when we saw it, we recognized it. And so we decided to sell it.” explained Robin. “You must be wondering about the money.” Said Bella pointing at the boxes of money kept on the sofa. “It is all because of the books and the last day offer.” continued Bella. “Ok,” said Mrs. Afton. The families had their dinner and then the Quinn family left. One weekend as the girls were taking an early morning stroll, they spoke about Mrs. AppleFairy and FairyGodMother. The girls remembered a beautiful flower necklace on Mrs. AppleFairy's neck. “It was such a beautiful necklace made of clay.” praised Robin. “Anyways, you know Grandma is coming next week,” said Bella. “Grandma! She is amazing. She can help me with my upcoming book about fairies.” said Robin. Grandma also believed in fairies. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girls decided to go to Robin’s house and make some jewellery for Grandma. They quickly ran to Robin’s house and took out all the art supplies they needed. They first decided to make a pair of earrings with beads. They took beads by beads and made a beautiful rainbow colored pair of earrings. The girls kept it on the side and made a necklace with the seashells Robin had got from her trip to Hawaii with her parents. The girls put seashells by seashells and made a beautiful seashell necklace and put it on the side. Then they made a bracelet of artificial flowers. They put flower by flower and put it on the side. The girls made a flower ring with buttons. They put a heart shaped button to make the beautiful heart ring. The girls then got an old jewellery box from Robin’s mother and adjusted the jewellery in it. The girls tied the box with a ribbon and labeled the box with grandma written on it. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just two more days left for grandma to come. The girls wrote welcome on a big sheet of paper and stuck it on the front door. The girls also decorated the house with balloons and streamers. They asked Mrs. Afton to make grandma’s favourite food, Pasta and her favourite dessert, Apple pie. It was the day for grandma to arrive. The girls wore their best clothes and prepared all the things they needed to. Mr. Afton bought some pastries and gifts for grandma. The girls arranged some goodies for grandma in her room. “Just a few minutes for grandma to reach.” said Mrs. Afton. The girls waited for grandma to reach. They took rounds around the house to see if everything was proper and Bella’s younger sister, Lizzy, did not spoil anything. The bell rang and the girls went to open the door. As soon as Grandma came in, they gave her a hug. The girls soon noticed a necklace on Grandma’s neck. It looked exactly like Mrs. AppleFairy’s necklace. The girls looked at each other in amazement.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">About the author</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.284; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tvisha Rander is an eleven year old author based in Bengaluru, Karnataka, India. She loves to play basketball. If you don’t see her reading or writing you will surely see her dancing and singing in her room.</span></p><br /></span>Aanchal Agrawalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05171817200213779102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-84688898019167022021-12-16T04:16:00.001-08:002021-12-16T04:16:09.391-08:00Magic Tree House: A review by Aaradhya R<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 575px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img height="452" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/4qO9kmCYoVwqwwes0y1kTFwzNqHjzvNQoySuRz6nKKWkkwLTR67Wir1F-9Y71LEueiiv9M8r53EEhXBOe9XYpIpLGRKOhSRFL53q69CZAimUket4AdtKBevhUE75aBwmLfYGlLwo=w473-h452" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="473" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 575px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">The Magic Tree House book is about Jack and his little sister Annie. In the series, Jack and Annie find a magical treehouse. They go to different places in time by just pointing at a picture in a book. The book is really fun to read since there are pictures inside which go to the text. The story is also really interesting, and you always want to flip the page. In every book, there is always a prologue chapter that tells you all about the previous books and what’s been happening. In this way, you can understand the story even if you start with the 2nd book. In the series, there are 88 books (54 story books and 34 fact tracker). </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I find them all very interesting. When I am reading the books, I look forward to the end. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 575px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></span></span></p>Aanchal Agrawalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05171817200213779102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169836749132870720.post-48119290949115712042021-12-09T00:58:00.003-08:002021-12-09T00:58:20.664-08:00All for a dream- by Aryaman Tripathi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAGA3NIhvBma0bSUpHXsqCPl_3akmyqZ-16iIORasvGFKvzITNsmQDr21749V7Qi3y9dXRoc77AGlr4Q25rqcg2du3kaUqSC0ANnL6z3I__UEP9pAT2G4vdp4NRhADc2ViffbwPjcWjZgS54JfX7NmOhTKpeAOIhu5itnFBAUuK9KHOM4HbebvHQ_u=s1640" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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