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HG Wells
                                                                                                       I                     My Mom Nidhi                                                      Hefty enough to go through an H-Bomb

                                                                                                                                                                                               Going through it like nibbling on rice
                                                                                                                                                                                               Waking in the middle of the night to write books
                                                                                                                             Nice Mamma she is                                                   Excited for all the people who read your books and
                                                                                                      B                      Intelligent and smart                                                               say 'yaaay'
                                                                                                                             Drives me around
                                                                                                                             Hugs me tight                                                     Loving man so kind
                                                                                                                                                                                               Leather shoes he wore
                                                                                                                             I love her
                                                                                                                                                                                               Sometimes sauntering around his house
                                                                                                                                    Laqshye Goyal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Yash Contractor

                                                                                                                                                    AMISHA TREHAN’S DUSSHERA FOOD ART
                                                                                                                            Snowy Finds Her Way Back                       Aadvik Is My Name

                                                                                                                            There was once a pretty cat named Snowy. She was as   Amazing and athletic Aadvik
                                                                                                                            soft as cotton and as white as snow. One day Snowy was   Adventurous and adorable Aadvik
                                                                                                                            playing alone at home. Suddenly she felt gentle breeze   Deserving Aadvik likes to eat chocolates
                                                                                                                            from an open window and heard some cats mewing.   Vibrant and bright Aadvik
                                                                                                                            She was curious and before she knew it, she was out on   Intelligent and impresive Aadvik
                                                                                                                            the streets and got lost. When she realized that she was   Knowledgeable and kind Aadvik
                                                                                                                            lost, her stomach dropped and her heart raced fast. A
                                                                                                                                                                                               Aadvik Khanna
                                                                                                                            boy saw the lost cat and decided to help the lost cat.
                                                                                                                            Luckily the address was written on the cat's collar. The
                                                                                                                            boy dropped her home. Snowy felt relieved and grateful
                                                                                                                            to be back home. She jumped up and down with joy.
                                                                                                                                                            Shlok Rawat                                         ANAISHAA MUARKA WANTS TO
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       EXPLORE THE WONDERS
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  OF SCIENCE
                                                                                                                               Our Haiku Poem
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Compassion
                                                                                                                               I count happy birds
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Don't put me in a zoo
                                                                                                                               They look pretty on tall trees
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I have feelings like you too.
                                                                                                                               Birds sing merry tunes.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  In a cage, I feel rage.
                                                                                                                                            Rutva Kasi                                                            When you stare at me,
                                                                                                                                            Green trees swish and sway                                            I feel shy and want to cry.
                                                                                                                                            Wet rain forests night and day                                        But I cannot go anywhere,
                                                                                                                                            Animals come play.                                                    because
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I'm in a snare.
                                                                                                                                                            Ishita Goel                                           Trapped and lonely
                                                                                                                                        Tree branch sways slowly,                   REYA PARIKH IS TRYING OUT A   Is no way to be.
                                                                                                                                                                                 'NUTTY BANANA' BREAKFAST TO
                                                                                                                                       As a child sings a sweet song,
                                                                                                                                           Gracefully it goes.                           CELEBRATE AFRICA DAY              Aayush Kanodia
                                                                                                                                            Amyra Kapadia
                                                                                                                                                                                    Let Us Make Some Jam

                                                                                                                                                                                    First, I will pick some strawberries from the farm. Then I will wash them
                                                                                                                                                                                    and place them in a bowl. Next, I will crush them to make a pulp. After
                                                                                                                                                                                    that, I will add some sugar and cook it till it becomes thick. Finally, you
                                                                                                                                                                                    squeeze a little lime, pour it in a jar and store it.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Alyssa Pradhan







                                                                           To create

                                                                           your home

                                                                        don’t destroy

                                                                          our Homes

                                                                                                                                    KAVYA VERMA - DARE TO DREAM,                 VIHAAN PUROHIT -
                                                                                                                157                 LEARN TO EXCEL                               HAPPY AND PEACEFUL JUNGLE LIFE                   158
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