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)
A young boy ducked for cover behind a group of people brought to the slave market for sale. He tried hard to escape the prying eyes of his master. His legs trembled with fear and heart pounded madly at the prospect of being sold to a stranger at the mega slave auction.
“Five gold coins for that young boy,” sneered a pot bellied man with a long moustache and flowing beard, as he handed over the coins to the boy’s master. The boy froze out of fear. He knew his time to work day and night for his new master had come. The man pulled him out of the crowd and dragged him across the road. “Come on lad, we’ve got lots of work,” he shouted.
Days passed by. Each day was worse than a nightmare. For every small mistake, he was whiplashed. He writhed in pain every night as he nursed his bruises. Pain, suffering and humiliation made him forget his name ‘Kumar.’
“Come here you ‘street rat’, ‘you slave boy’,” his master would yell out. One night, as he lay weeping, he wished to be united with his family, whom he had lost to plague. His uncle sold off the poor boy for a meagre amount.
Kumar, had no choice but to concede to his fate. One day, when he could not face the torture anymore, he decided to flee from the clutches of his master. He slipped out of the house and ran as fast as he could. He ran the whole night till he reached a desert the next morning. Tired and thirsty, he collapsed there.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the house of a childless couple. The couple had a grin on their face and concern in their eyes as they asked him about his whereabouts.
Moved by his story, they decided to adopt him. “Don’t worry, we will take care of you,” the man said gently. From that day, Kumar’s life changed forever. His new parents showered him with love and attention. Kumar was happy to have a loving family.
In a bowl mix flour, sugar and baking powder together.
Add egg, milk, vanilla and oil to this. Beat vigorously.
Grease the donut moulds well with a little oil.
Pour this mixture equally into the donut maker.
Bake it for about 12 to 15 mins at 350 degrees.
Take the donuts out and decorate them with your choice of sprinklers and icing.
Your yummy donuts are ready to eat. Enjoy!
Why so fragile?
Saumya Mittal , AIS Gur 46, XII F
I die slowly every day,
this feeling of dependence,
it always stays.
First they won’t teach me,
when I grow up, they’d beat me.
Who am I?
A mere a fool, they say,
unutterable is the fact,
they do everything to make her that way.
Broom and kitchen are my only friends,
these rules of society, how I wish I could mend.
I tried to talk to my husband, he said, you’re too old to learn,
I defended, it’s not about money, but respect for which I yearn.
These four walls, they trap my hopes and dreams,
I cry out, praying that someone would listen to my silent screams.
I see the girl next door, she goes to a school,
her mother earns money by knitting wool.
I often sit and stare at them,
it makes me smile,
in this world so harsh,
God why did you make us girls so fragile?
I feel lost in this foggy mist of faint promises and scars,
this constant feeling of suppression,
is only bitter and sour
All that I love, is now nothing
I wait for someone to help me out, someone must.