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)
Satya was on one of his usual morning walks. His eye caught a glimpse of an old man, whose face depicted profound sorrow.
One fine morning, Satya bumped right into the old man. The old man smiled faintly as tears brimmed his eyes. He muttered a quick ‘sorry’ and left hurriedly. The meeting left Satya bewildered. The next day, the old man asked Satya, “Son, where do you stay?” And this led to many more questions and answers and a friendship between them.
S P Rao, the old man was new to Satya’s colony and his wife had been unwell for the past one year. These were the only personal details that Mr Rao shared with Satya. But the grief in the deep furrows of his face softened when Satya started spending time in his company. The old man started sharing his innermost thoughts with him.
Months rolled by. It was Satya’s birthday. He invited Mr Rao and his wife. As Mr Rao hugged Satya, he broke down and said “You are my Mani, aren’t you?! I knew God can’t be so cruel that he would snatch you from us. Let’s go home, son. Your mother has been ill ever since you left us.” Satya comforted him and learnt that Mr Rao’s son had died in a road accident on that day. His son was their only hope in life. His death had left them heartbroken. Mr Rao said, “We were contemplating suicide. But when I bumped into you, I felt as if Mani was back! Mani and I used to enjoy our morning hours together as we do now.” That evening, Satya met Mrs Rao and her eyes lit up with happiness.
Twenty years have gone by. Mr Rao and his wife passed away after living a happy life with Satya and his family. Thanks to Satya, they did not die of grief but old age claimed them.
Satya has not discontinued his walk. He keeps his eyes open for many more such men, who are bent low with grief, and have lost the reason or will to live. He rekindles hope-the elixir of life in his old age home named ‘Nitasha’, meaning a new hope everyday. The elderly live there like one big family.
Choco Vanilla Cake
Isha Girdhar, AIS Noida, VIII
Ingredients Condensed milk (Milkmaid) ½ tin
Milk ½ cup
Vanilla essence 1 tsp
Oil ½ cup (75 gm)
Powdered sugar 4 tbsp
Plain flour (maida) 100 gm (1 cup)
Corn flour ¼ cup
Baking soda ½ tsp
Baking powder 1 tsp
For garnishing Use chocolate frosting, choco chips, rainbow sprinkles and Cadbury gems for decorating the cake.
Method n Sieve maida, corn flour, baking powder and baking soda in a plate.
n In a bowl, beat Milkmaid and sugar until fluffy. Add oil. Beat again.
n Add milk, vanilla essence and maida. Beat well until smooth.
n Take a greased baking dish and pour the cake batter into it and microwave for five minutes.
n Let it cool. Transfer to a plate.
n Slice the cake from the middle and apply chocolate frosting on the lower half.
n Sprinkle some choco chips on it and then carefully put the upper half back on the base.
n Now apply chocolate frosting on the upper half.
n Now decorate it with Gems and rainbow sprinkles.
n Your cake is ready to serve!
Soft wind, sunny skies
Pooja Pasari, AIS Gur 46, VIII B
When the soft wind and the sunny skies
with the earth harmonise,
seeing this beauty, my heart flies.
The wonderful twinkling stars on those moonless nights,
make me feel that nature is divine.
When through the clouds the sun shines,
on the beautiful music when the branch sways rhythmically,
adds to the charm of the fabulous aura that nature makes.
The tantalising smell of the rain,
makes my emotions drain.
That priceless smile and the
soothing wind on my face,
sure the money cannot chase.
Though, I grew up learning every day,
but wish I could learn
the happiness of nature someday.
Life is like that
Ritika Yadav, AIS Gurgaon 46, IX F
Life is like a rose,
with soft petals and thorns.
Smiling at the beginning,
and at the end pops out as a corn.
We only have one life to live,
neither we know the past,
nor will we know tomorrow.
Life is full of dismay and sorrow,
that we cannot give or borrow.
But, solution is to take out sorrow,
and fill good colours of tomorrow.
People know life is full of pressure,
but you should find a solution,
for life is a precious treasure.
This is your life,
be confident, be different, be yourself.
It’s an art of living,
fighting to overcome difficulties
is a part of living!
Sudeepti Naithani, X C &
Rishik Sood, VIII C, AIS MV
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