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)
She was walking home from tuition when a bike, driven by two men, passed by. She saw them at the very instant when one whispered to the other, “Maar de, nahi dekh rahi.” It took her a few minutes to realise that they were talking about whistling at her and it was not a pleasant feeling.
She dragged her feet along as the bike stopped ahead of her at a bidi ki dukaan, the men still looking for an opportunity to sneak around, waiting for a signal from the girl. She lowered her head, her glance habitually stealing away from the smirking men, who kept trying to whistle at her. Today, she did something she hadn’t ever done before; she looked right back, deep into their eyes, fearlessly, for she had nothing to be ashamed of. When she would stare back at them, they would turn their heads away and the minute she looked away, they would continue to analyse her physical self. One moment she felt invisible and the other, like an object. This time, however, she did not budge. She stared back at them without blinking. She could sense their pride sinking in embarrassment. Turning her back at them, she smiled all the way back home.
She had learnt quite a few things that day. She decided to never hang her head when stared at by men. Why should she bow down before them when she was nowhere at fault? She decided to always believe in herself and not to lose her confidence in such a situation. She was celebrating her newfound courage. It dawned upon her that her gaze was intimidating enough to scare away those nasty cowards. From that day onwards, she walked down the gloomy, isolated road like a gallant soldier, her fierce eyes ready to put any man to shame. Every time she was was whistled at or stared at by a wolf or a pack of wolves, she refused to submit to them. She stood on her own, strong and proud.
It dawned upon her that her gaze was intimidating enough to scare away those nasty cowards.
Aashita Gupta, AIS MV, IX
Burger buns (cut in halves) 4
Capsicum (chopped) ¼ cup
Onions (chopped) ¼ cup
Tomatoes (chopped) ¼ cup
Sweet corn...... ¾ cup
Cheese slices a few
Red chili powder ¾ tbsp
Coriander powder ¾ tbsp
Salt & pepper to taste
Mixed herbs to taste
Oil 2 tbsp
Coriander leaves to garnish
In a pan, heat oil. Add the veggies.
Sauté the vegetables. When they turn golden brown, add all the spices except salt.
Cook on a low flame for about 5-7 minutes. Stir occasionally.
Take the halves of the buns and cook on the tawa until they turn golden brown.
Add a cheese slice and spread some cooked vegetables to each bun.
Grill in a pre-heated oven for about 1½ minutes.
Sprinkle the herbs and garnish with coriander leaves. Serve hot!
I'm all that the little girl has ever had,
I act as her brother, her loving dad.
Though I am eighty and old,
she says I'm handsome, daring and bold.
She looks up to me with the prettiest eyes,
she has grown up with stories made of lies.
Stories of her parents and their horrible fights,
and whatever happened on that fateful night.
She was five when it happened in the past,
what was she to do, in this world so vast?
“I will bring her up well,” I swore...
but I know she wants her mother
and yearns for more.
Years have gone by, she's now fifteen and sad,
she spends all her hours, with her old granddad.
She's warm and she's pretty, like fire in coal,
but there's this gap in herself, like a deep dark hole.
All these years, I have brought her up myself,
but when I peep through my window
and the clock strikes twelve,
she's out in the orchard, taking a stroll,
and it seems to me that we have switched roles.
She takes care of me now, she hardly sleeps,
she cooks, washes, tucks me in and sweeps.
I know she wants a caring and protective dad,
and an elder brother that she never had.
But I'm sorry my dear,
I'm youthful only in my heart,
forgive me my love, I only play grandpa's part.
In the dark
In the dead of the night,
I heard some noises bizarre.
They seemed to be near me
and not too far.
Every second seemed ominous,
and wicked every hour.
“Something is wrong,”
said my heart.
I wasn’t alone, that I could tell,
and then I heard a scream for help,
I couldn’t help, but yelp.
I thought it was a dream,
so stepped out of my bed.
The noises stopped
but I let out a scream.
I got goosebumps
and my heart thumped.
I went back to my room,
but was somehow reminded
of a witch on the broom.
And then came the storm,
I remembered God in every form.
I was scared but sleepy,
but my mind was flooded
with thoughts of everything creepy.
I heard mom call out my name.
I felt brave and yet so lame!
She came and tucked me in,
I gave her a kiss
and flashed a grin.
I slept well that night
as everything felt alright.
Goodbye Mr Fear,
you cannot come near!