Answer: (Jarawa in Andaman, Lepcha in Sikkim,Jaunsari in Uttarakhand, Kondh in Orissa,
Bodo in Assam, Khasi in Meghalaya, Gond in Madhya Pradesh, Gaddi in Himachal Pradesh,
Rabari in Gujarat, Bhil in Rajasthan)
As I sprawled in the sand eyeing the vast blue ocean, I ran my fingers through it. A light breeze was blowing, swaying the tall palm trees. Standing there, I watched the sea as the ice cool water tickled my feet. Slowly, I sat down, my chin resting on my knee and thought about my brother. Thinking about him, I carelessly ran my index finger in the sand and scribbled his name.
No sooner than I had written it, waves rolling on the shore erased it. I scribbled again, this time harder, clearer, but in vain. The waves washed my scribbling away each time I did it. I had to give up on it, I couldn’t beat those waves.
Enjoying the breeze, I sat there thinking about all the times we had spent together. From pulling each other’s leg to late night confessions, from giving each other cold shoulder to sharing love. Explaining how much we mean to each other, to walking out of the classes to talk, to laughing together at jokes, we had both been in it together. I might not make the greatest sister, but he is the best brother, he is my angel and I respect him no matter how much we fight or however long we don’t talk because in the end what matters is that I love him. The waves can wash away his name every time I write it, but they will never be able to erode the memories of us being together.
I walked down the beach for the last time when I heard my phone ringing. It was him, calling to inquire about the doings of my day. I received his call. “Hey” a bright voice said from the other end. “Hi!” I replied. “What are you doing?” he asked me. Taking a last look at the scribblings, I replied “Nothing much, just having our moments of reminiscences in the sand.”
Khyati Agrawal, AIS Gur 43, VIII B
For crust (wrapping):
Flour (maida) 1/2 cup
Cornflour 1/2 cup
Milk 3/4 cup
Melted butter 2 tsp
Spring onions (chopped) 1/2 cup
Mixed veggies (French beans, carrots, cabbage) 1/2 cup each
Noodles (boiled and tossed) 1 cup
Soya sauce 2 tsp
Salt to taste
* In a bowl, mix maida, cornflour, milk, salt. To this, add ½ cup water and mix while avoiding lumps.
* Now in a pan melt some butter. Spread the batter on the pan. Let it turn golden brown and when it starts to leave edges, turn it over and cook from the other side. When it is crisp and brown from both sides, remove from flame. Repeat the procedure for as many crusts as you require.
* Finely chop all the vegetables. Heat some oil in a wok. Now add all the veggies including spring onions and sauté well on high flame.
* When the veggies are tender, add noodles, soya sauce, salt and seasoning to it. Cook for some time and remove from flame.
* Take one of the crust (wrapping) and place some stuffing on it in the centre.
* Now roll it from left to right, also sealing the bottoms. Brush some cornflour dissolved in water to seal close the edges.
* Deep fry the rolls till they become golden brown. Remove from flame and cut it into eatable pieces.
How beautiful is the rain
Pooja Pasari, AIS Gur 46, VIII B
How beautiful is the rain,
I think as I look from my window pane.
We can enjoy and relax our brains,
how beautiful is the rain!
Sparkling droplets falling from the sky,
bringing out shouts and cries of joy.
Helping the farmers and
keeping the heat and temperature low.
The drying rivers get full again,
the farms get fertile again.
Hydroelectricity starts getting generated,
festivals are celebrated.
Sitting at the window,
watching the drops,
I think how lucky are we humans
to get the opportunity to appreciate
the beauty of rain!
The scene outside my window
Ojasvi Sharma, AIS Vas 1, VIII B
Outside the window of my house,
I find all types of noise generated
by vehicles big and small,
and people walking by the roadside.
At times, I hear loud laughter,
which makes me feel happy,
at least somebody has a reason to
be happy in this world,
full of woes and miseries.
And when one starts that way,
there is no end,
the problem perplexing mankind is never addressed.
Rather, it takes away
the noble ideas of the mind,
the idea of collecting huge crores
turns one blind.
Let's all unite in doing our best
to eradicate poverty and
lack of education.
Let’s spare something for
empty minds and empty hands
without wasting words and slogans.
Let’s work for the upliftment
of the entire mankind.
No war or harsh words
would be needed to
speak to people
little of the topic
going on in the speaker's mind.
The so-called corruption
would die its own death,
the moment we develop
a sympathetic attitude
towards our brothers and sisters,
who are in direct need of help
to feed themselves and their families,
and to find shelter for the night.
And then the scene I would see
outside my window
would be something else.