He  merely  desiderated  to  protect  his  inestimable  daughter from  his  past  solemn  follies. “ It  is  not  my  fault,”  he  repeated  incessantly  as  his  beloved  daughter’s  cadaverous  body  was  being  whisked  away.
Meera  sauntered  frantically  towards  her  attic  to  find  something  for  her  project . She  didn’t know  that  she  was  going to  learn  about  the  acrimonious  truth  of  her  father. While  she  was  rummaging  for something,  she  discovered  an  old vintage  box  which  had  her  father’s initial  carved  on it. The  box  was  locked. She  attempted  to  open the  lock  with umpteen  keys  but  couldn’t  open  it. Then  she  thought  of  trying  the  key her  father wears  on  his  wrist. She  sneaked  into  his  room  and  took  his  key  bracelet  discreetly  while  her  father  was  as  busy  as  a beaver  cooking  scrumptious  food.  She  darted  towards the  attic  and  tried  the  key. The  box  opened. When  she opened  the  box completely, she  discerned  that  there  were  a  myriad  of  articles cut  out  dexterously. She  picked  up  one  article  and  read  that  her  father’s  name  was  printed  in  capital  letters. When  she  read  ,  she  discovered  that  her  father  was a nefarious  burglar. He  had  burgled several  banks  and  in  all other  articles  something or  the  other  repulsive  was  written  about  her  father. She  was  paralyzed  with  consternation. Umpteen  questions  raced across  her mind.She  darted  downstairs  with  vexation  mounting  within her. She  went  to  her  father  and  interrogated  him. “Why did  you lie ?” she  said  indignantly. Her  petrified  father  said,  “Calm  down” A  febrile  tear  rolled  down  her  father’s  face  and  he said , “Yes, I was  a  burglar.” She  could  not  digest  the  harsh  reality  and  dashed  out  of  the  house.  She  didn’t  see  a truck moving  expeditiously  as  her  eyes  were  overwhelmed  with  febrile  tears.  The truck  rammed  into  her  and  she  perished  with her last  words , “ Papa !”  hanging  in  the  air.

My parents were geared up to depart for an event but unfortunately, I couldn’t accompany them as I was under the weather. I was left to my own devices. To kill time, I nestled in a cozy corner of my room with my nose in a book to enlighten my ravenous mind. The book was so intriguing that I did not realize where time flew. It was evening already and the sun called it a day. The moon took its place and cast its silvery light. The sky was overwhelmed with gleaming stars . The wind whistled and the robust, towering trees swayed like a group of dexterous dancers. In the lonesome crepuscule night, fear stroked down my spine as I discerned shadows dancing across the wall. I was aghast as none of them were mine. Out of the blue, the room was encompassed with smoke and it became arduous to see things around me.
As soon as the smoke settled , a lady appeared in front of me. She had pale green skin with tiny eyes and a long pointy nose like Pinnochio’s. A black hat sat on her head. I gawked in bewilderment as I beheld a witch in front of me. She said in an eerie , squeaky voice, “ Well, looks like I found a scrumptious meal for tonight. Now, I will take you home with me, chop you into pieces and throw ypu in a pot of broiling water.” She began cackling stridently. I broke into a cold sweat and my heart was pounding rapidly against my frail chest. I ran towards the door but it slammed on my face. I began bellowing for help and I panicked.
In the nick of time, my mother woke me up. I heaved a sigh of relief as it dawned upon me that it was a nightmare. This nightmare will be etched in my mind for eternity.

The towering trees covering the gargantuan land felt  as cool as cucumbers, The euphonic chirps of the congregation of birds was music to everyone’s ears. The gentle breeze caressed everyone’s face like a gentle hand of a mother.
 That jubilant  day, my companions Joey and his beloved brother Micheal had a frolicking weekend where they went on a small excursion to a dense forest.
They departed for the picnic with some lip smacking edibles , The journey offered pulchritudinous scenery which was a colossal treat for their eyes. They cracked funny jokes and had a whale of a time. At last, they reached their destination late in the night when the sky was atramentous. So they lit a bonfire and commenced to make their tent.
They made their tent and ate some delectable sandwiches, cutlets etc. As they were frazzled , they hit the bed and were out like a light. Next morning, they woke up with wide grins on their cherubic faces ,brushed their teeth and directly went for a serene stroll in the monumental forest. They sauntered inside to see the placid surroundings and bewitching shrubs and trees which were as tall as skyscrapers. Everything was captured in their minds like a camera
After sometime, they didn’t realise that they had forgotten the way to their tent and became anxious. They were petrified and millions of questions surged through their mind.
Felicitously, ambling forward, they found a straight path and they heaved a sigh of relief. Walking forward till the end of the road, they were greeted by the sight of a unique looking house from where green smoke was coming out from the chimney. So they resolved to go in and check although they knew they were walking on thin ice.
 As they went inside, they saw that an aged man was there in the house who was experimenting with some chemicals and got to know that he was a scientist who had come for some research.
They went inside and talked to him to lend them a helping hand as they had lost their route to their tent and car. So the old man who had a heart of gold helped them to get their way back to the tent. When they reached the tent, they were very grateful to him and gave him some food as a gift as they had nothing else to offer him.

​By Preet - Grade 7

It was a fatiguing day in the hustle and bustle of the streets. The sun decided to call it a day while the moon was gearing up to spread its scintillating light on the mother earth.
I was just coming from a party. We had painted the town red there. It was one of the best parties I had ever gone for and it would be etched in my brain like a scar. By the time the party ended, it was already two in the morning. The streets looked like a deserted place. Out of the blue, I heard a screech. I decided to follow the noise even though I knew that I was walking on thin ice.
After following the noise for sometime, I came to an isolated playground and saw two reddish eyes in the atramentous corner of the playground gawking at me. I was on pins and needles but I gathered up courage to check out  what kind of creature was there gazing at me.
When I went near it, it suddenly disappeared . When I turned back, a shiver ran through my body as I saw the same draconian eyes. It had two limbs and hands like a human but there was fur on its body and it had a long tail. It would be a repulsive sight for any human . I decided to sprint as fast as lightning to prevent the creature from harming me.
After running for about a mile, I saw that the creature was no longer chasing me. His body reminded me of a werewolf. I decided to call the police to catch the creature. As soon as I called the police, the creature pounced on me.
I woke up with a thud and then heard the mellifluous voice of my mother asking, “ What happened ?” I answered nothing. The repugnant scene of the werewolf turned out to be a nightmare. I was grateful to the almighty that this incident didn’t turn out to be true. I will never forget this nightmare and it still gives me the creeps.

Since  donkey’s  years , Mumbai  has  known  and  grown  to  be  renowned  as  a  hub  for  hawkers  selling  scrumptious  food.  This  food  is  highly  threatening  to  human  health  as  all  the  ingredients  utilised  is  kept in  unsuitable  conditions  where  mice  or  mosquitoes  evolve  provoking  perilous  diseases.  Too  add  fuel  to  the fire ,  it is  cooked  in  an  open  environment  exposed to dust, pollution,  insects  and  mosquitoes  thereby  inviting  a plethora  of  germs  to  be  added  in the  food  as  special  ingredients. This  food  is  highly  contaminated  to  be  consumed  by  the  human  body.   The  hawkers  who make  the  food  are  themselves   not  hygienic let  alone  the  repugnant  surroundings  around   them. Their  hands  are  highly littered  with  either, sweat or  urine  and  perhaps  not  even  washed  since over several  hours . A myriad  of  hawkers  still  continue  to prepare  and  sell  food  without  gloves  which  makes  the  food  inedible  due  to  unhygienic  reasons.  The  food  they  serve is  deprived  of  any  nutritional  value. In  the light  of  the  hawkers  spending  exorbitant  amounts  to  set  up  their  business, the  B.M.C.  officials  are  accountable  to  keep  a  check  on  the  quality  of  food served  by  these  hawkers  since  the  lives of  copious human  beings  lies  in  their  hands.  Draconian  action  should be  taken  against  vendors who  do  not  follow  essential  hygine  standards  while  preparing  food. Regular checks  should  be  conducted  to ensure   that  hawkers  serve food  which  is  a scrumptious  treat for  our  taste  buds  and not an invitation  to  diseases.
I  hope  through  this  letter  of  mine ,  the  concerned  authorities  take  expeditious action  to look into  this  grim  matter at the  earliest.

Most of the affluent people, business men and some other middle class people use Apple as I am very exorbitantly priced. The people born with chicken feed cannot afford me. I was brought to India and kept in a very prodigious showroom where copious people came and saw me.
One fine day a very cute appealing little boy came and told his beloved father to by me for himself. Since the little boy was the apple of his father’s eyes. His father bought me for him. The owner of the showroom gave a nice downy cushioned case for me. Though the boy was very small. His father used me as I had very nice features and was also very beguiling. My master was very good and always took care of myself. My master saw movies, read books and saw websites of knowledge. Then my master took another apple Mac Book which was a   model ahead of me. So now his son who used me. He did his school projects and collected lots of information from me but as time passed the child started disliking me. I also was very old and the new version of me launched I am lying in the storeroom with 5% of battery left in me but have hopes that I would get a new master whom I can enlighten also work on me relentlessly and assiduously as an ant.

My  beloved  comrades and  I  were  frolicking in  the  lively  and  vibrant  park.  We  were   painting  the  town  red  when  abruptly  the  sky  turned  atramentous  with  grey  looming  clouds.  The  wind  howled  insanely  and  the  towering  and  sinewy  trees  swayed   like   a  troupe  of  dexterous  dancers. We all  sprinted  like lightning  towards  our  abodes.  On  the  way,    came  across  the  dilapidated  mansion  well  known  as   the ‘Haunted House’ as umpteen  residents  would  call  it.  I  gave  a  pink  slip  to  the wise  man  saying ‘ Curiosity  Kills  the  Cat’  and  ambled  towards  the  house.  As  I  stood  at  the entrance , flashes  of  fulgent  lightning  fractured  the  tenebrous  sky  incessantly  which  was   followed  by  clamorous  rolls  of  thunder.  The  rain, like  asteroids  of  gravel  pummelled   on  the ground.  I  resolved   to  go  inside  as  I  didn’t  want  to  get  soaked  in  the  rain.  Also,  I  strongly  believed  that  ghosts  didn’t  exist. Creak !  I  slowly  pushed   open  the  cumbrous door.  It fel  like  some  queer  force  was   trying  to  close  it.  Finally,  the  door  opened.  I  trudged   into  the  crepuscule  house.
I  couldn’t  see  much  but  the wallpaper  was  scarping  off   and  the  furniture  was  covered in  dust.  The  windows  were   broken  and  the  house  had a  rusty  smell  which  greeted  my  nose.  I  could  hear  rats  squeaking.  Soon  my  eyes  got  accustomed  to  the  dark  and  it  dawned  upon  me  that  the  prodigious  house was  engulfed  with  portraits  of  people.  It  was   eerie  because  they  all  were gawking  at me.  A  shudder  ran  down  my  spine.  Out  of  the  blue,  a  colossal  picture  of  a  jovial  lad  moved  and  what  appeared like  a  hand  came  out  to  reach  me.  I  dashed  from  there but  the  door  was locked.  I  tried kicking  the door,  ramming  my  shoulder  against  it   and  pulling  the  handle  but  infelicitously  my efforts failed.  My  heart  was  beating  rapidly  against  my  frail  chest  like  a  time  bomb.  I didn’t  realize  that  the lad  was standing  right  behind  me.  When  I  turned   ,  I  discerned  him  grinning  oddly  at me.  I  broke  into  a  cold  sweat.  I  bellowed  vociferously  but  nothing  happened.
I  desiderated  that  I would  have  gone   home  rather   than  coming  to this gruesome place. At the moment i am still stuck here and i don’t know what will happen next but hopefully my friends and family will rescue me. Until then, I am stuck in this mansion.

   Everyone was geared up for the trip. We departed from our house and reached the airport to travel to Delhi followed by a weary journey of four hours by car to reach Nainatal was very gruelling. The next scintillating morning we went visiting a lake, Kumaon Lake was in shape if a liver. This lake was therefore renowned for the shape. From there we went boating. The water was very pristine and frigid; I could see a myriad of colourful fishes, through the water. at this moment, we saw towering hills which were as green as emeralds. We clicked some glorious pictures. The most felicitous part was that my beloved father had booked a marvellous hotel near the lake. From which we took the boat and while boating we reached at another point, it was the eminent market. We loosened our father’s purse strings and shopped some splendid things. We also saw an enchanting magic show, which had some amazing magic tricks. Every scene was captured in my mind like a camera. The most enthralling part was that I had gone in the winter season so it commenced snowing. My family and I painted the town red by throwing snow balls on each other and building snowman .At last i would recommend you to visit thus place thus Christmas as the lake is a must and a treat to your eyes.
Convey my ward regards to your revered grandparents, parents and love to your adorable siblings. I hope you will make an endeavour to write to me soon. And i hope this recommendation would lend a helping hand to decide your next holiday.
 
Your loving friend
Aneri
 

By Nyasa - Grade 7

In the illuminating sky, the mellifluous chirps of the birds was  music to my ears. The sun baked the Earth. I was at home doing some monotonous chores given by my mother. In the blink of an eye, we wondered if we could go to my amiable sister’s house so I meekly asked my mother. My mother gave me a green signal to go. I had a wide grin on my face and I stated frolicking all over my abode. My sister’s house was not a stone’s throw away, so we resolved to travel by train the following day. I could not sleep a wink at night. I was feeling ebullient and blithe because I had not travelled by train in donkey’s years. As I was roused by the lark, I had my briefcase packed and kept beside me. We were gearing up to depart. The station was not as clean as a whistle. I was much frazzled and I was towards my compartment because of my enthusiasm. As I settled in the compact compartment the wind moaned and caressed my face and neck like the gentle hand of the mother. I was carrying umpteen presents for my sister and I knew that she would be elated. I was in a deep slumber when I heard a beeping noise. I discerned below my coach, there was a bomb. My boisterous sheiks greeted everyone’s ears. I was overwhelmed with fear and my heart pounded rapidly against my frail chest. I evacuated and rescued copious passengers by pulling the chain to make the train halt. We all got off the train and everyone was instructed to move away from it. My parents were as proud as peacocks. The cops rewarded me with beatific and resplendent gifts. I remember that my luggage was in the train. I wasn’t despondent because I dint have any gifts but I felt felicitous as I was alive. If I had turned a deaf ear to the beeping noise then there would be repulsive corpses  lying around. I reached my sisters residence and presented her with my rewards.