The Adventure of the Six Friends-1

The first part of a serial story that starts today …

story idea by Shivangi Mittal; written and illustrated by Meghna Goel

 Chapter-1: Starting Out on a Holiday

Stanley (Stan), Zoozoo, Meg, Prohit (Motu), Shivangi (Shy) and Meghna (Maggie) called themselves ‘Crime Fighters’. They were fast friends and lived in the same colony in Delhi, the capital of India. Stan, Meg and Maggie were twelve years old and the others were eleven.

Maggie and Shy were cousins and lived in the same house. Both had olive skin, big eyes and long, black hair. Zoozoo and Stan were Meg’s brothers. They were tall with dark hair and Meg was tiny with fair skin and hair. They lived three houses away.

Prohit was the only child of very rich parents. He was called Motu because he was plump, with brown hair and sallow skin. He lived in the largest, most beautiful house of the colony and had lots of servants.

The Crime Fighters always wanted to solve crimes and read all the detective books they could find. But they had not come across any big crimes to solve, so far–only small mysteries like lost things and missing children in the colony. They were rather good at these. Now they were having their summer break and were going for a vacation together.

Stan, Zoozoo and Meg’s relatives had a beautiful holiday home in Gangtok. They were spending the vacation there. They had invited the children and their friends for two weeks.

Meg’s parents could not go with them just now because they could not get leave from office. The six friends were going by themselves. They were flying there in the care of Sheena, who was an air hostess on their plane. Meg’s uncle and aunt would pick them up from the airport there. Meg’s parents had told them wonderful things about Gangtok and its beauty.

It was the night before the trip. Everyone was sleeping over at Meg’s house because they had to start early next day. They were all very excited and couldn’t sleep.

Soon it was morning. They quickly got out of bed and got ready for the trip. Their parents took them to the airport and left them in charge of Sheena. They checked in their luggage and waited in the departure lounge.

Finally, their flight was announced and they were in the plane, ready to take off.

To be continued……….         

Shivangi Mittal is 10 years old and a student of class VI in New Delhi, India. She loves stories, drawing & painting, tennis and swimming.

Meghna Goel is 11 years old and a student of class VI in New Delhi, India. She loves stories, vocal and instrumental music, crafts and art.             

Caught in Time-4

by Aditya Sengupta

The story so far (see Caught in Time!, Caught in Time-2 and Caught in Time-3):

Eleven year-old Ajay starts out for school in Kolkata and boards a bus that takes him to World War II France where he escapes bombing to find himself in a German Air Force base in charge of a crackpot Commandant who has him trained to fly a Luftwaffe Messerschmitt plane. Ajay’s plane is bombed by RAF Hurricanes a few minutes into his maiden flight and his plane, instead of crashing, is suspended a few meters above the ground for thirteen hours. When it finally reaches the ground, Ajay finds himself on a beach …

The Iliad or the Odyssey?

Ajay stood up, rubbing his forehead. He did not want to get stuck in another time when he had just got used to the first one. He looked at the place where he had crashed–actually, crashed was not such a good description, as his plane had been hovering above the ground for thirteen hours before the so-called ‘crash’. The wrecked plane had vanished!

This was not Ajay’s first strange experience in recent times (or what seemed like recent times). He had got onto a bus and been transported to World War II, he had become the youngest pilot of the war thanks to the insanity of a commanding officer, he had been shot down after minutes in the air above France, he had been in a plane that was suspended just above the ground for over twelve hours, and now that plane had disappeared!

And even though he was no longer in the middle of World War II, Ajay was far from reassured. This place looked like Ancient Greece. Well, if he was in Greece, at least he was moving closer to India!

When Ajay had fallen from the sky, it was mid-afternoon. Now twilight had fallen–a sure sign of a time warp.

Ajay walked a bit and reached some tents. There was one that was much bigger than the others. He approached it and heard voices speaking in a strange language, which he rather thought might be Greek.

Though he obviously did not know ancient Greek, he knew it had some common elements with English, and by concentrating hard he could understand a few words in the conversation that was going on inside that tent. He understood the word Troy, for instance.

That confirmed his suspicion that he was in ancient Greece! He managed to understand that some sort of attack was about to take place. He also heard the word ‘horse’. Looking beyond the tent, he saw a grand, large city. Looking behind him, he saw a large wooden horse.

He suddenly understood that he had been taken back to the famous siege of Troy, when the Greeks had sent a wooden horse into the city for the Trojans, with soldiers inside it.

Ajay’s bizzare experiences so far had taught him that when in a time-warped zone, getting  into a difficult situation generally got you out of it–and one never knew–he might find himself back in India the next time (at least he hoped so)!

Well, he would not get into difficult predicaments if he just stayed where he was. Ajay saw soldiers climbing into the wooden horse. He knew how to escape this time-warp zone now.


One hour later, Ajay was hiding in the wooden horse.

Some soldiers were outside, pushing the horse to the gates of Troy. This sounded impossible, but the horse had wheels and the soldiers were strong. The soldiers did not notice Ajay entering the wooden horse and hiding in a corner. They were either too excited or too apprehensive–Ajay couldn’t tell which.

The gates were opened and the wooden horse entered Troy. All of the soldiers were elated at the idea of invading the enemy’s territory–a job that was already half done. Now all they had to do was wait…

until midnight…

To be continued …

Aditya Sengupta is 11 years old and a student of class VII in New Delhi, India. He enjoys reading, music and watching cricket.

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