Nothing is Impossible!

by Sanmay Moitra

Once upon a time, there was a duck family and in that family lived a mother duck, a father duck and three baby ducks. One day mother duck laid a new egg. After a month the egg hatched and the baby came out.

The whole family loved the little duckling very much. One day, when the baby duck woke from his nap, his mother wasn’t there. His brothers and sisters were also gone. But he could see them all swimming in the lake nearby.

He tried to swim but couldn’t swim. He got frightened and started crying. After sometime a beaver saw baby duck crying and asked, “Why are you crying?”

“I am lost, that’s why, and now it’s impossible to get to my mother,” said the baby duck.

The beaver said, “I will help you to cross the lake”.

“It is impossible”, said the baby duck.

“Let’s see”, said the beaver. “Help me find some twigs and grass”.

So, they collected twigs and grass, and the beaver built a dam in no time.

“Look the dam is ready!” said the beaver.

“Yes!” shouted the baby duck, and ran over the dam to his mother.

“So, did you see? Nothing is impossible,” said the beaver, waving at the baby duck.

Sanmay Moitra is 8 years old. He is a student of class III at Delhi Public School, NCR Gurgaon, India. He loves playing and watching cricket, playing the musical keyboard, swimming and reading story books in English and Hindi.

A Visit to SOS Children’s Village

A painting by the children of the SOS Children’s Village

by Pakhi Joshi

My mother is a teacher. She planned to take her school children to SOS Children’s Village on 9th April. My mother asked me if I also wanted to go to the SOS Children’s Village with her. I agreed.

We boarded the bus from Mamma’s school. I enjoyed singing and dancing in the bus with the didis and bhaiyas (elder children). They told us jokes and asked us riddles. We reached the SOS Children’s Village in an hour.

There we saw different houses. In each house six to seven children were staying with a mother. That day we could not meet any mother as all the mothers had gone to the market.

All these children are orphans, but here they get a family and a mother to look after them. In SOS Children’s Village the children learn how to read, how to prepare food, etc. They are sent to schools and colleges.

The children welcomed us all. We talked with the SOS children and danced with them. We went to all the houses and met all the children. The SOS children had kept their houses and things very neatly.

In each house there was a framed photograph of the SOS children with their mother. Some children went out to play with the school children. The principal of my Mamma’s school distributed toffees and biscuits to the children. We clicked lots of photographs.

There were swings and slides in the village as well. We enjoyed playing on them too. We stayed there for two hours. Finally, it was time to go back. We wished them goodbye.

It was a wonderful trip. I experienced how children live without their Mamma and Papa. I learnt many things.

Pakhi Joshi is 8 years old and a student of class IV at Ahlcon International School, Delhi. She loves reading and writing stories, acting and Kathak dance.

Father

by Karan Taneja

My father is nice,

But he’s scared of mice.

My father is great,

But sometimes from work he comes late.

My father seldom scolds,

But afterwards he hugs and holds.

My father loves me and my brother,

And of course my mother!!

Karan Taneja is 10 years old. He is a student of class V in New Delhi, India. He loves reading and sports.

Rinku and the Magic Powder-1

by Ankita Bansal

Chapter 1:  My dream or …..

I was walking along a deserted road near my home one evening, when I saw some hoodlums attacking a poor monk. They were shouting at him and asking him about ‘the magic powder’.

“Give us that magic powder, otherwise we will kill you!” they were threatening the poor monk.

The monk was frightened, but he said “I will not give it to you. It is meant for good purposes. If it falls into your hands, you will use it for wrong purposes.”

I ran towards the monk to help him. The monk was also running towards me . CLASH!!!! We both collided. I asked him if he was fine. He said nothing but quickly slipped a small bag into my hand and started running.

“Stop, wait! What’s in this bag?”’ I asked.

He did not reply and just ran for his life. Looking at the bag in my hand, I turned round and found the robbers right behind me. I was so frightened that I was unable to say a word.

“Give us that bag … otherwise …” the robbers started to say.

I was in a fix. Should I give them the bag, or should I not? Although I was scared of what they would do to me, I had just decided not to give it to them. I looked up to tell them this, and saw my mother’s face. She said “wake up!” and threw water on my face.

Looking around, I saw that I was in my room, and it was only a dream. Mother said, “You have been sleeping for a long time. Now get up”. “OK”, I said, relieved. “Go, dress and come down to breakfast quickly,” mother said.

I rubbed my eyes and when I tried to get up, I found that the end of my kurta was stuck under the pillow. As I lifted the pillow to pull out the kurta, I saw a bag just like the one in my dream. I opened it and found some white, shiny powder in it.

“What is in this bag, bhaiya,” asked my sister Pooja, appearing suddenly. “nothing,” I said and hid the bag inside my cupboard and locked it. Then, looking at the time, I ran towards the bathroom–mother would be angry if I was late for breakfast.

To be continued …

Ankita Bansal is 14 years old and a student of class IX in New Delhi, India. She loves crafts and art, music and dance, and stories.

Mother

by Karan Taneja

Hundreds of dewdrops to the great dawn;

Hundreds of butterflies in the lawn;

Hundreds of bees in the purple clover;

But only one mother the wide world over!

Karan Taneja is 10 years old. He is a student of Class V in New Delhi, India. He loves reading and sports.

Loving Mom

a Mothers’ Day poem by Arshia Deep

Alone in the darkness;
Cold, scared, lonely;
Suddenly
Something touches me:
Warmth.
I turn around
And see her;
She whispers,
“I love you”!

Arshia Deep is 10 years old. She is a class IV student in USA. She enjoys Mathematics and Science, art and music. She loves nature and animals.

A Parrot’s Birthday Party

by Meghna Goel & Ashutosh Pahwa

Once upon a time there was a man named Jack. He had a little daughter Jennifer. One day Jack went into a forest and saw a lonely parrot. She looked ill. So he brought the parrot home and nursed it to health.

Jennifer loved the parrot very much and named her Molly. Soon Molly laid an egg. Out of it hatched a cute little baby parrot. They named her Polly. Polly started growing into a lovely bird. She loved her mother, Jennifer and Jack best in the world.

One day Molly fell very ill and died. Polly cried and cried and cried. She missed her mother very much. She was so sad that she stopped singing and eating. When Jennifer saw this she felt very sad. She kept thinking how she could cheer Polly up.

Suddenly she got a very good idea. Polly’s birthday was one week away. Jennifer decided to organize a birthday party for Polly. Jennifer had many friends who had birds as pets. These birds were Polly’s friends too.

Next morning when Polly woke up, she saw her friends around her and saw lots of green peppers, wonderful fruits, nuts and crackers. They had a lovely birthday party and Polly was happy again.

Meghna Goel 11 years old and lives in New Delhi, India. She is a student of Class VI. She loves anything to do with stories, music, crafts and art.

Ashutosh Pahwa is 8 years old and lives in New Delhi, India. He is a student of Class III. He loves stories, art, sports and magic tricks.

4 comments:

Gaurav Singhal said…

I love it. These kiddos are great story teller 🙂

May 7, 2011 1:57 PM

Anonymous said…

Love it. So creative. Meghna is following your footsteps
Vandana

May 8, 2011 9:31 PM

Words and More said…

Thanks Vandana and Gaurav … the kids really appreciate it. Looking forward to a lot more entries …

May 8, 2011 11:41 PM

Shuchi said…

Sooooo cute….love the story di.

May 10, 2011 7:20 PM