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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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