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)
The crowd was restless. Occasional whispers could be heard, every now and then, as everyone eagerly awaited their war hero.
Trumpets heralded his arrival, and the stamping of the crowd increased in tempo. He appeared, finally, looking fresh, yet battered and bruised with war. People went fanatical when he shook hands with them, while the little girl stood limping in a corner.
With a prosthetic limb, she struggled to move past the crowd. The wall of people in front of her formed a thick barrier. She was too feeble to swim through the sea of necks, and no one even bothered to help her.
She straggled past the throng of people and made her way to the front. Being prosthetic was just another reason for her pain. While people could see her prosthetic limb, nobody knew about the deadly disease that she had fallen prey to. She was dying.
She was carrying a pink rose once again, hoping that it will remind him of the day they had met for the first time. The rose too was dying a slow death; its rosy hue slowly turning black.
This was all she waited for. She walked towards the head of the procession. His head was barely visible. “I want to meet him,” she whispered. She shouted, “Oh Captain! My captain!” His face turned towards the voice. He looked at her. Their eyes met and a smile could be seen on either face.
He did remember her. He remembered how scared she was when he had met her for the first time. The little twelve year old girl on the border of Syria with a pink rose; among the pack of wolves. She was not supposed to be there. She wanted to live, but there was no chance. He had seen another rose wilt right in front of his eyes.
But this time it was different, he wanted a chance to save one. For, it gave both of them a second chance. A second chance to give life and live life.
White sauce pasta
Tanisha Chawla, AIS Saket, IX
Macaroni 1 cup
Water 2½ cup
Refined oil 1 tsp
For white sauce Butter 2 tbsp
Oregano 1 tsp
Refined flour 2 tbsp
Milk 2 ¾ cup
Salt ¾ tsp
Pepper ½ tsp
Chili flakes ½ tsp
Cream ¼ cup
Cheese 100 gm
Add water, oil and salt in a container. Bring it to a boil.
Add macaroni to the boiling water.
Let it cook for 15 minutes. Drain and keep aside.
For the white sauce, heat butter in a pan and add refined flour . Keep stirring to ensure that there are no lumps.
Add milk to the butter and flour mixture. Once it thickens, add salt, pepper and chili flakes.
Now, add cream and boiled macaroni to the prepared white sauce and cook it for 2 minutes.
Finally, garnish the pasta with cheese and oregano flakes.
Enjoy your white sauce pasta.
Don’t lose hope
Priyanjana Ghosh, AIS Saket, VIII A
In the darkness of the night
Goes a little girl striding by
Doesn’t know what lies ahead
She hoped for a little light
Scared of her stepmother
Walking through the silent night
Praying that no wild animal comes by
Carrying fear and fright inside
Thinking and thinking
Of all the dreadful moments
That drifted in the sky
Still a hope of kindness lay inside
Nobody knows what magic happened
She found the house of 7 little elves
A stray of excitement arose in her heart
And she felt happiness was on her part
She believed in hope
As hope always broadens the scope
She told her little friends
That hope can make you work.
Yashaswini Parashar, AIS Gur 46, IX E
Failure to be the best
Was a great blow to my vanity
Helping me realise the reality
That I whole heartedly detest
I stood admiring my perfection
In oblivion of others’ reaction
My pride took over my best trait
Was that all written in my fate?
When I was busy making castles in air
People built castles on the war field
Where the final war would be held
Theirs were real and mine a fantasy
It’s time I end
My vanities, I mend
The mistakes done in the past
And realise my perfection won’t last!