Attack of the Mighty Storm


By Kriti

            We had been offshore since a fortnight. It was like we were in the middle of nowhere. The thundering weather conditions did not suit the Barron (as our ship was called). The waves smashed into each other and pounded on him. The clouds got angry. The mountainous shore was far off and there were no chances we could escape the thunderstorm, which was probably not very far. We had a lavish dinner of rice and fruits. The tides got high and the wind gushed by. We rushed indoors, and the brave Barron fought the storm at all its might. The fight was so insane that it shoved seven of the crew into the mouth of the hungrily roaring sea. Though all the furniture was out of place, the Barron was safe and sound. This turned out to be the least hazardous accident on the way from Puerto Rico to Florida. We were fortunately the only survivors out of the one hundred twenty seven people taking the same routes, which were never heard from again. Let’s hear the whole story of the Barron.

“It was a bright sunny morning, everything seemed pleasant and that made the weather for us to embark on our journey the very ideal weather. We hopped aboard the mighty Barron and were fascinated by its beauty, safety and strength. Many boring days went by and we were still offshore. The weather unexpectedly changed day by day. It was on that day when we had a lavish dinner of sticky rice and juicy fruits. The tides got higher every hour. Wind became a gust and gust became a gale. We knew it was not so safe outdoors, so we decided to rush indoors. A bolt of lightning cut the sky into halves. Barron rumbled and everything inside was out of place. This gave us a hint that an elephantine thunderstorm was not so very far, such that we could escape. The storm struck our surroundings and it shoved seven of the crew into the hungrily roaring sea. It was thirteen hours—exactly thirteen hours within which the Barron proved his bravery and defeated the storm.

Movie or what?


By Vedika Gupta

There I heard a knock on my door, afraid to open the door as my parents were out of town. I stood up from my comfy sofa and moved swiftly to see who was there . Through the peephole , I saw to my relief and surprise my apartment amigo, one of my constants.We have always played together though there have been consequences,we never were apart. I opened the door instantly  and by the time I said anything she had already settled herself on my favoured sofa.

She had already started speaking about the day’s plans because of the absence of my parents and she was already a teen so, she often roamed on her own. I was not allowed outside my home as my parents gave me a boring lecture about safety and security and blah and blah so, we stayed at my home sweet home ❤ and decided to order 2 medium pan pizzas with extra cheese and veggies(Capsicum in abundance) and I had already downloaded the best movies(Despicable me 2,Big hero 6,Intern,Princess diaries, Lara croft) for a fun-filled and eating deliciously made in oven popcorn(lol) movie marathon.

I just ticked on my checklist:

  • Pizza
  • Movies downloaded
  • Popcorn
  • Pendrive inserted
  • Selfie camera (of course)


Everything was done, except getting in our blankets and getting cozy .`oh no!’ shouted kat(thats what I call her)

‘We didn’t get caramel popcorn,I am going to buy one’

‘No wait, I am coming too’ and we set off..I didn’t really think once before leaving the house,not even once!!

We took our cycles and left for the nearby local mart.As you all know how we are ,so we actually spent an hour

Buying candies and bubblegums(I am still practicing though).I bought my favourite tootsies and starbursts whereas she bought all snacks and stuff and we paid almost rupees 400 and left.When we returned,the house was a mess. As I said to give a hint that I didn’t check even once! the microwave was burning and the popcorn was scattered on the floor.

Then?Then what , it was only an hour to 5 and my parents could return any moment. I literally felt like I was in the movie ‘Adventures in Babysitting’..

We both started cleaning up as fast as we ever had and as determined as we ever have been . Kat got a mop and something I don’t know what it is called to clean up the cheese and popcorn while I on the other hand opened the door and windows to let the steam coming from the microwave out to blend in the fresh air. Almost everything was done when I noticed my fridge had been open for hours and rushed to close it. What is left now?I thought loudly but it looked as if everything was done.So, we both settled down again and Started watching the movie ‘Adventures…babysitting’

It was the greatest coincidence I have ever had with any movie

The Dream


By Vedika Gupta

Sitting on a casement,I wondered perplexed and drowned in my thoughts,how life is?…Is it true that a god exists or is it just scientific?..Nah..Science is so boring what’s the point of thinking so much..I thought and thought,it had been an hour now after I had woken up but I didn’t go outside in the hall,it was too early after all. .only 6 pm?..I wanted some time alone and think in front of the nature …Is think I was expecting some signs all along the time when I was surprised to see the continous changing shapes of clouds..It depicted something that looked like a big statue from which rays were emitting and it’s hands looked as if it was granting something to someone who was kneeled on the ground and not looking up..Then he stood up and wings sprouted from its back..The cloud has once more turned to normal shape and in a microsecond it represented something like a barren land and the winged man stood there and it looked as if it sowed the seeds and in a split second large plants grew there and then a sea of animals who rose gradually from underwater to ground..Then the winged man cast me a look and swayed his hands in a order and two people arose ..I think they were probably Adam and Eve and soon a whole world had grown there..To my delightment I had the answers ..I didn’t really care if that was true or my imagination that I saw,It just had been great getting answers from nature when nobody knew the truth and I think it was the same as the dream I saw today and it was probably saved for good vibes and memories in the graceful dream catcher designed by me hung on the ceiling..My mother was already banging on the door probably thinking that I am still fast asleep but I didn’t act any more and rushed to open the door,I thought that I had some questions to ask her and pulled her inside..Her first statement was how could I have woken up so early , avoiding her questions ,my mouth burst open with questions directly shooting at her..She tried to calm me and explained me in the same way the nature had…
From that single day I have been waking up early to ask more questions eagerly to the nature still in hope of getting answered..I really miss the dream of the building of Earth..The most great thing about this has been that as per me I am the first one to be answered by clouds and I think that’s why everyone calls me special..


#inspired from the article ‘Why cloud watching is interesting?'(expressalite)

Chocolate Day

By Kriti Hooja

It started off like any other regular school day. Mum and Dad were out for a week. Siya and I made ourselves hot Chocolate and left for the bus stop with an energy bar stuffed into our mouth. All that was strange that day were the clouds- their dingy, charcoal colour. We tried to be ignorant and hopped onto our bus.

Time at school just flew by without having itself noticed. We were left at the lonely bus stop with no one at any corner. Our loneliness was increased seeing the sky gloomier. Our unread behaviour continued towards the strangest sky ever. “I say,” Siya started to put an end to our silence. “I’d click a front page picture for our class magazine this time!” I added, “C’mon, there’ve got to be millions who would’ve clicked this sky before you, my Dear-Miss-Cover-Page-Winner!” and both of us laughed for some time. We were home, a lot, lot before we had expected to reach. The door clicked open and we rushed to our rooms. The day had been oddly tiring, making bookworms like me and Siya fall almost asleep. I was nearly about to doze off when Siya rushed in and started blabbering about how she was just so mad about Chocolate and how much she expected I did so too. “Get to the point!” I cried. And then, she moved towards the window and opened the curtains and revealed the reason behind her reasoning. The sight was jaw-dropping. I motioned for the windowsill and opened it up to push my hand out. A drop of sticky brown substance fell onto my palm. I smelt it, cocoa perhaps. I picked it up and popped it into my mouth and enjoyed the flavour of pure dark Chocolate melt into my mouth. “Is this another prank of yours?” and Siya shrugged to show that she was clueless. I passed her another drop on my finger so as she could lick it, but she moved aside and showed me a glass with a few drops of chocolate sticking to its sides and she licked her lips.

Just then I remembered something and flashed downstairs and thanked that our house was elevated such that the Chocolate won’t pour in. We both wore our lilac gumboots and jumped out from the stairs in front of our front door, into slimy, muddy liquid, which we informally call ‘Chocolate’. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the way I disagreed the fact that it maybe once rained tadpoles in Japan! Very soon, 3D, colourful ovals started to fall on our faces. Some kid from our neighbourhood threw ten of them in one go and they turned out to be Gems (the chocolaty edible somethings) after professional consultancy of our mega taste recogniser- Siya!!!!  We played a lot and enjoyed the best hours of the year, or maybe most chocolaty hours of the year.

Soon, we realised, it was a big, sticky, messy mess! All of us forgot how we loved Chocolate two hours twenty four minutes ago. I called up  a few of my pals who swam on their cycles up to my neighbourhood. We worked together the whole weekend to clean up our city with the help of a hundred others to get everything back to normal.

A surprise awaited Mom-Dad at home. The minute they entered, they counter-signed around twelve barrels of Chocolate (C7H8N4O2) lying in their bedroom! Well, it wasn’t with just us! It was with every ‘Loners-for-the-weeks’. It was seriously all finished two months after that incident. One suggestion- If Chocolate falls; stay indoors, if you don’t, be ready to have Chocolate as your three meals a day.


Grandma’s Attic

By Kriti Hooja

I’ve always been wondering what’s in Grandma’s attic. She has never let anyone in. Last week, Grandma wasn’t keeping well. She called me, “Sarah, come here!” I dashed into her room as she continued, “could you please fetch me a book labelled A LOVELY STORY from my attic? I’d like narrating it to you. There would be a mammoth book shelf on which would be kept the book in the topmost shelf. Take this key.” She handed me the key to her attic. I rushed to the attic floor, where were many attics. I opened Grandma’s attic which was pretty dark and dull, with no bulb. I took out my pocket watch to light my way.

At the very entrance, there were several cartons labelled, ‘ZAMBIA’, ‘ZIMBABWE’, ‘KENYA’, ‘MALAWI’, ‘ENGLAND’, ‘FRANCE’, ‘NEW ZEALAND’, ‘CANADA’, ‘SPAIN’, ‘TURKEY’, and many more. Out of curiosity, I opened one and found souvenirs like Eiffel Tower and Statue of Liberty. Grandma was perhaps very fond of travelling!

Suddenly, I tumbled over a box labelled ‘JEWELLERY’. I opened it. It was filled with gold, diamond, rubies, emerald and colourful crystals.

Beside this, was kept a Ballerina on a stage. I turned the key and it danced gracefully.

Then, there was a shelf. It wasn’t a bookshelf. It had many framed pictures. I saw that they were all mine- from my birth till present. All the cards I gave Grandma were also there.

I toppled over another carton labelled ‘MEMORIES (They included those of my Grandpa). I opened it and there were all the gifts given by Grandpa to Grandma.

At last! After tripping over a hundreds of boxes, I saw a humongous book shelf. I had a breath of relief seeing a monstrous, dull brown book labelled ‘A LOVELY STORY’. I jumped and caught hold of it. I rushed out of the attic, making sure that I locked the door firmly, towards Grandma’s room. “Why did you take so long?” asked Grandma. I narrated the whole story to her and now, I know why she didn’t let us in GRANDMA’S ATTIC.

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