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Misión 101: Where flowers bloom, so does hope
Rain
The sky whimpers as the stars bruise its skin
A pained groan and then silver lines its eyes
Smoldering and dark as the underworld's sins
And any trace of sunlit ferocity dies.
It starts like the falling leaves of autumn
Moving in a steady, gentle symphony
Aryaa Rojekar
God's breath carrying it away before it hits rock bottom
But then the stars snarl, the sky bellows, and it's a tragedy.
Tears thunder onto the rivers and the seas
Until the playful tickling turns as painful as thorns
Water washes down, bringing trees to their knees
And their flowers' loss, the roots, they mourn.
On the hill the walls smirk
A wicked smile at the air and earth
Then water enters the space between its toes
And the rest rushes into houses through the doors.
The birds fly past flickering lights
Of windows adorned with decorations once bright
A winged silhouette, like a wolf on the moon
Breeze ushering them to safety, with its gentle croon.
Raena Shah
But the low hum turns into an uncomfortable whine
Tear-stained lines obscuring the skyline
And the distant boat on a wave faraway
Fights with its battered sword to see a new day.
The shimmering stars don't give up
Until the sky is black with bruises
Until the earth is damp with tears
Until the wind carries the scent of fear.
So, it cries for unfathomably long
Its sobs turning into a melancholy song
And it struggles and struggles to live
But the stars pushed until our sky has nothing else to give.
Anagha Srinivasan
“ economically when so few have so
much, while so many have so little.
A nation will not surve morally or “
Ritvija Dalmia
Aarna Sanghai
X Rescatar a la The Earth was born 4 billion years ago. A swirling inferno of icy rock, gas, and fire. Such
mass destruction needed to produce the most magnificently diverse planet in the entire
Madre Tierra
Descripción del Caso: Universe. But as with all the hardships of life, the wreckage and demolition came to an
end. The fire eventually died out; the water began to flow. Life began to foster.
C El crimen: abuso y asalto a la The Earth before humans was utterly wild and devastatingly beautiful. Untouched
Madre Tierra
Los criminales: Los humanos forests, unpolluted waters, unclaimed mountains. It was heaven on Earth. Herds and
packs and schools of animals that we forgot existed, or much rather, that we drove out of
de ayer existence.
Las policías que están a
cargo de la investigación: But then the humans showed up. Universally considered the most intelligent species, with
Los humanos de hoy cognitive skills that surpass any animal and an emotional quotient off the charts, they
automatically dominated Earth. For a while, they lived in harmony with nature as one. But
Hola humanos de hoy, los then came the Industrial Revolution, and with it followed mass development that shook
hemos seleccionado para the very foundation of life. Small seaside villages became hubs of naval trade. Homemade
trabajar en La Misión 101: Rescatar a la Madre Tierra.
Los humanos de ayer han destruido y abusado de fireplaces became the burning furnaces of mills and factories. The small human
nuestra Madre Tierra, pero ahora es importante que population of a few thousand jumped to billions. With increased wealth came greed, and
asumamos la responsabilidad y corrijamos sus errores. with greed came war. Humans fought viciously against each other, tearing each other
apart, all for a piece of Mother-Earth, destroying her in the very same process. Why did
El objetivo: El objetivo de la misión no es capturar a los
criminales, sino hacerse cargo de salvar a nuestro they fight when she had given herself up to them, asking for nothing in return except for
planeta Tierra ya que siempre ha estado ahí para love and care?
nosotros y nos ha dado todo sin expectativas. When the mining companies yelled out in joy at the hidden treasures they found deep
Curso de acción: inside Earth's crust, Mother-Earth wept. When industrialists in the 1800s bathed in the
1. Compañeros, primero es indispensable que gold flowing in from their newly built factories, Mother-Earth cried out. When thousands
dejemos de desperdiciar papel y agua, porque cada of trees were uprooted every single day to make room for human entertainment,
vez que lo hacemos, La Madre Tierra pierde sus Mother-Earth roared. When Australia and the Amazon burned and there was nothing the
humans could do except post on social media, Mother-Earth broke. Her biggest kept
órganos esenciales.
secrets, now out in the open, for the humans to use as they wished.
2. Segundo, es importante que usemos el transporte
Paris – La ville público porque nuestros coches lastiman a la Madre And so follows one fraction of the story of one of these humans, who continue to ravage
Tierra y le generan un tipo de fiebre llamado and exploit the resources and beings of Planet Earth - born at the wrong time, at the
lumière 'Calentamiento Global'. wrong place. At a time where Earth seemed to be dying, choking after all the humans
Paris a beaucoup de noms : la ville 3. Adicionalmente, es imprescindible que evitemos el have done to her. A young girl stands solitary in a white dress with a blue paisley pattern,
lumière et la capitale culturelle de uso de bolsas de plástico porque pueden ahogar a donning knee-high red stockings. Rosy cheeks. Porcelain skin. A mischievous smile,
l'Europe. On peut se promener sur
les rives de la Seine qui est nuestra Madre Tierra. sparkling eyes. A gentle soul. The absolute perfect picture of innocence and health. But
entourée des jardins pittoresques 4. Finalmente, es imperativo que todos seamos she was a human. One of the very humans that failed the Earth. One of the very humans
et de vieux bâtiments. Dans la conscientes del rol que tenemos en el cuidado del who continually fail to understand the gravity of the situation. Who live recklessly and
journée il y a plusieurs choses à thoughtlessly, as if they have another planet to go to, who depend on space exploration
medio ambiente. Es hora de que todos aportemos
faire, et la nuit le paysage urbain nuestro granito de arena, es nuestra Madre, es and advancements in artificial intelligence to save them, just to migrate to another planet
est sans comparaison. Quand j'ai nuestra Tierra. and begin the process of slowly destroying that one as well.
visité Paris, je n'avais que 12 ans Diya Shah
mais même aujourd'hui je me She stands solitary, separated from the rest of the world, not only in regard to space but
souviens assez bien de ce voyage. thought as well. She looks around herself. The blackened forest, the choking wind, the
J'adore l'histoire, alors, mes acid rain. She looks at the field she stands in. Burnt crops, hard earth, no sign of life. But
attractions touristiques favorites wait. Her eyes light up, and she runs towards a hidden corner of the forest surrounding
étaient les musées et les her house. Something didn't seem right. There was something she saw that didn't seem
monuments. Le Louvre est Le all bad, that didn't yet seem destroyed. She wondered how. She moves closer, her
Louvre est rempli des peintures
magnifiques. Ma peinture curiosity peaking. There, under a huge pile of fallen leaves and overgrown moss was
préférée était Le Radeau de la something… colourful. Something… not dull? Something… alive? Something beautiful.
Méduse mais par contre la Wiping the rest of the dirt off the plant, she found herself looking at a flower. Delicate and
Joconde m'a déçu. L'architecture
warm, fragile and blooming. Just like her. Just like what she envisioned the Earth to be at
de la vieille ville m'a impressionné its inception. And the gears of her mind start twisting and turning, much like the colossal
avec des sculptures complexes : ils
font honte aux hôtels modernes ! machines in the factories back in 1800. There was always something that could be done.
La nourriture était délicieuse, et j'ai Anything she could do to make a difference, she would. It would go a long way. It was not
essayé beaucoup de nouveaux too late.
plats comme le magret de canard,
It started with a single flower, and so it ends again. But this young girl didn't want to wait
la soupe à l'oignon et le coq au vin.
La seule chose qui m'a énervé à for the end of the story. By the way things were going, it seemed like the chapter was soon
Paris c'était les touristes. Tous les to conclude. But she didn't want the older generation to be the authors of her story. She
endroits populaires étaient could write her own future. And so, she picked herself up and headed back home,
toujours bondés. Il n'y avait même determined to make a change. Not only within herself but inspires others around her to
pas de place pour respirer dans la
improve as well. She would invite them to join her in looking at that flower, that rare,
salle où se trouve la Joconde ! Si forgotten beauty. And join her in envisioning a world where that sight could become an
j'avais le temps, je visiterais la
France encore une fois, mais je ne everyday view. And so is the endless cycle of birth and rebirth,
voudrais pas visiter Paris parce qu'il beginnings and endings, and destruction and prosperity.
y a beaucoup d'autres villes à Because where flowers bloom, so does hope.
découvrir !
Anavi Kaul
Aaryan Jagtap
Kashvee Barjatya
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