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Les Bons
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Souvenirs Avec

                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ma Grand-Mère

                                                                                                                                                                                                                Quand j'étais plus jeune, je
                                                                                                                                                                                                                passais beaucoup de temps
                                                                                                                                                                                                                avec ma grand-mère. Triste,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                fatiguée, affamée, souffrante -
                                                                                                                                                                                                                cela n'avait pas d'importance.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Elle mettait toujours un sourire
                                                                                                                                                                                                                sur son visage pour moi ! Elle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                s'étirait le dos, elle se fatiguait
                                                                                                                                                                                                                les pieds en courant derrière
                                                                                                                                                                                                                moi sur mon vélo. Enfant, je
                                                                                                                                                                                                                n'avais pas beaucoup d'amis -
                                                                                                                                                                                                                mais c'était ma grand-mère
                                                                                                                                                                                                                qui s'est assurée que je ne me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                sente jamais seule ou triste !
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Nous jouions au foot, au
                                                                                                                                                                                                                basket, et on courait même
                                                                                                                                                                                                                ensemble…Penser à la façon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                dont elle se démenait juste
                                                                                                                                                                                                                pour me faire sourire… ça me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                brise le cœur d'avoir été si
                                                                                                                                                                                                                naïve à ce moment-là! Mais
               X B                                                                                                                                                                                              c'est après tout l'amour d'une
                                                                                                                                                                                                                grand-mère. Plus que celui
                                                                                                                                                                                                                d'une mère, ou d'un père…Il
                                                                                                                                                                                                                ne s'épuise jamais ! Même si
                                                                                                                                                                                                                elle n'est plus là, son amour
                                                                                                                                                                                                                restera toujours gravé en moi à
                                                                                                                                                                                                                travers ces bons souvenirs avec
        Revisiting the past!                                                                                                                                                                                    elle.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Kriya Shah
        Moments from our past aid us to reflect the significance of
        the events of our life. Our trip to Mani Bhavan assisted us to
        realize the hard living conditions the previous generations
        had to overcome, and yet, they were successful to prohibit
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Haiku
        these impediments and leave a significant legacy. We also
        absorbed information about the ideology adopted by                                                                                                                                                      The last bell tolls
                                                                                                                                                                                                                halls empty, echoes remain;
        Mahatma Gandhi and his vision for a free India.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                my future in hand.
        It was truly an enriching experience as it aided us with
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Echoes of laughter,
        knowledge about our subject. This experience provided us
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Etched in memories that fade,
        with the idea that it was Mahatma Gandhi’s perseverance,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Of times together.
        patriotism, and allegiance to the service of our country
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Ishaan Mehra
        became the cornerstone of liberty and the essence of
                                                                                                                               Soumya Sanghai
        autonomy. A famous quote by Mahatma Gandhi, ”Lead me
        from the unreal to the real, from darkness to light, from                                                              An Ode to Sana
        death to immorality,” portrays how Mahatma Gandhi was
        impressed by the ancient Hindu scriptures. In both his                                                                 In dire need,                       A smiling face, with eyes as green   Yet nothing could shine brighter,
                                                                                                                               Lost and helpless,                  as the envy I feel when she isn't with me.  than her kindness,
        personal and political life, Mahatma Gandhi utilized this
                                                                                                                               staring at the blank walls,         Her cheeks pink as flowers,          her magnificence,
        quotation to seek motivation and direction. For both
                                                                                                                               The seconds ticking by.             Her hair as long as my history textbook.  her beauty,
        personal and societal reform, he thought it was crucial to                                                             An empty sheet of paper,            She reaches out to me.              her pure generosity!
        pursue truth, practice nonviolence, and experience spiritual                                                           yet nothing to fill the spaces       gives my shoulder a gentle tap,     For it was my angel herself,
        awakening. He considered his fight for Indian independence                                                              with my brain's magic               With her honey-sweet voice,         who gave me the canvas,
        and social justice as a spiritual journey.                                                                             Yet suddenly! As though dropped from   She offers me a wand of imagination.  to write this humble ode.
                                                                                                                               above                               I reach for it carefully,                                  Diva Kumar
                                                                                                                               A face.                             my eyes shining with tears.


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