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)
Photography for some is a creative outlet for expression, but for Tanvee Khurana, AIS MV, XII F it is a window to her heart
I could not hide my joy as I went through the photographs that I had just clicked. It was a Sunday, and being a photography enthusiast, I had woken up early to capture the most beautiful moments of the day. The wonderful Delhi morning had brought alive the thinker in me.
I was busy admiring the photographs that I had just clicked, when I felt someone nudging me. I did not realise that the beauty of the photographs had made a college girl sitting next to me gape in awe. Complimenting me for my work, she said, “Hey, beautiful work photographer! Sorry to disturb you, but I just couldn't resist myself from complimenting you.” I could not hold myself back from saying, “Thank you so much, inspirator. I am not a photographer, but a thinker. Call me an artist instead, I’ll be happier!” She simply smiled and waved me goodbye. Probably, she did not agree with me. An hour later when I reached home, my cousin took away the camera and scolded me for wasting my time clicking. I still remember his words, “How can you draw happiness by clicking trees and sun? What is so special about them?” I did not answer back as he was an engineer, looking for purpose and logic in everything.
The next day he was mad at me again, for I had got the picture framed. It now covered a wall of my room. It was the sun rising from behind the trees. By this time, I had begun to lose my cool. I took a minute to regain my composure and said, “What you call wastage of time is my life. This picture would give me hope when I do not have anything to look forward to. You see those branches? There are thousands of them there. And you see the sun, the universal ball of fire? It still manages to rise up against all the obstacles in its path and shine. I want to follow the same philosophy in my life. So it stands here on the wall, to remind me that I can shine brighter.” There is so much more to a picture, you need the soul of a thinker to realise it.
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Just because she was a girl...
Ankita Sabharwal, Amity Law School, Centre II
Those shut eyes, resonate treason,
from each of us, demanding a reason.
Those patches of burn, reflect the tireless pain,
leading our way to the despaired lane.
That craving for life was killed,
with every stab, agony drilled.
Those wrinkled faces, seem sans life,
with the motionless body,
their emotions strife.
That glittering laughter,
smirked silence, each scar,
exasperating the condemned violence.
Every breath, now a fight,
with darkness overpowering the flickering light.
She too was us, she too wanted to fly,
but her wings were cut,
the desire forced to die.
Those inhuman souls,
still on earth, they should be killed,
preceding their birth.
They soar no guilt, they soar no shame,
content they seem,
with the disguised fame.
For that valiant one, I wish to say,
in the angelic hands, as you lay.
Come back again and we shall win,
because being a girl, is not a sin.
Oh daughter! Today, these walls echo the accustomed wait,
cursing each day, the contradicting fate.
This mirror, tired of a single reflection,
smiling at the vacuum, filled in a life moulded to perfection.
These rooms constitute a building,
not a home, time flies,
staring at the motionless dome.
Ignorance overshadowed my heart,
separating us, miles apart.
Sinned in my conscience, I ought to convey, a feeling of guilt leads
my way to a sense of dismay.