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)
Niharika Khanna, XII A & Nidhish Sharma, XII B, AIS PV
Every day was a nightmare. She lived in uncertainty and would surprise herself just by waking up in the morning. Surviving an entire day seemed like a herculean task.
Each day, she would find herself desperately looking for a glimmer of humanity, a hand reaching out in the chaos, a branch that must be held tightly in the hope of slowing the unremitting slide down a slope.
It all started that one fateful day, when the explosions rocked her life. She saw the simple, white square building that she proudly called ‘home’ erupt into a crimson flame. A sight she would dread for the rest of her life. Through eyes blinded by smoke and ash, she peered as her family burned away in the inferno.
Her voice choked with soot and fear cut through the chaos, a mournful wail crying out to the stars that wouldn't shine, the clouds that wouldn't sway and the Gods who wouldn't relent.
The screams pulled her out of the shallow dregs of sleep. She woke up in a wild disarray, only to realise that the screams were her own. The dusty mirror reflected her bloodshot eyes, resembling a ravaged red brown teak.
When civilization collapsed, they were all that was left. Government, law enforcement officials, everyone fled to the safety of their precious houses and bunkers as commoners were massacred by their own kind. Law and order broke apart and anarchy was in reckless abandon. They came armed with guns and blades, everything that could inflict deep pain. Race, religion, community, none of it mattered. Hate reigned supreme.
She turned away from her reflection. It reminded her too much of the family she no longer had.
Giving up on sleep, she crawled out of her tattered blanket and stretched. She could see the others beginning to stir, getting ready for the day's journey.
Cream butter, sugar and cocoa powder together.
Add coffee powder to milk.
Combine the milk with the butter and sugar mixture.
Dip each biscuit in the mixture and apply a thin layer of cream in between each biscuit and neatly arrange it in a stack, one on top of the other.
Now apply a thick layer of the creamy mixture on all sides of the stack evenly.
Refrigerate for two hours, remove and cut into slices. Make sure to cut it vertically for the effect.
Delicious spongies are ready!
Hues of victory
Maitreyi Mendiratta, AIS PV, X B
The hue of victory,
is an unfolded mystery.
If seen, it is an incredible sight,
it brightens the day of every knight.
Is victory in the agile moves made with a sword,
or in the blessings of the good old Lord?
Is it being in the light, one wants to be in,
or is it the number of hearts, one wants to win?
Could it be having money, power and zeal,
or one’s ability to control life’s wheel?
Is it about the attempt of not regretting the path not taken,
or rebuilding solid cores long shaken?
Should it be the attainment of a sound sleep,
which pulls one out of thoughts too deep?
Is it loving your enemy,
or conquering the blue sea?
Is victory being happy with what you have and who you are,
or is it about bringing out the hidden star?
Seven billion people on the planet,
seven billion meanings of victory.