It is Christmas time. That time when the North Pole choir sings jolly Christmas carols, snowball fights happen everywhere, Christmas sweets are made and kids’ hearts are full of joy. The season to make merry and spread love.
Santa Claus was sitting on a chair with a Christmas tree-topped thermometer sticking out of his mouth. I, meanwhile, sat beside him feeling pity for the whole world out there, waiting for Santa to deliver their gifts at night, who would wake up to find an empty tree. I had already gotten my gift, but before he could deliver all his gifts he went down with fever!
‘God! The number of times I have told this man to wear adequate clothes, that hat is hardly anything!’
This story is about a girl called Bhavna. She was a twelve-year-old girl who lived in a small village. She was the first girl child to go to school in the village. Her dad Mr. Moksh was weak in studies and used to fail in all his exams. The villagers used to rag him a lot about his failure. Moksh got really angry and decided to put Bhavna in a good school so that he could proudly say that his daughter was the first educated girl in the village. The villagers had a perspective that educating girls was a waste of money. Bhavna didn’t care about them because she used to really enjoy learning in school.
“God believes in creating infinite variety because he believes variety is the spice of life.”
Pluck any two leaves from the tree. Aren’t they different? Then how can two children be the same? Teachers, parents and grown-ups need to understand that each child is born with a unique set of talents, personality traits, abilities and interests to make this world a beautiful and colorful mosaic. Imagine how dull and dreadful life would be if everyone was either an engineer or a doctor?
There are some children who never fail to surprise us with their amazing talents. One such multitalented wonder child is 10-year-old Prisha Ambi. It is a pleasure to write about this amazing girl, who has achieved many accolades at such a young age.
Our environment is stressed, and it is not a hidden fact anymore. It is alarming and it is our duty to save it before it is too late. After all, it is because of our activities that our ecological balance has been disturbed. The occurrences of natural calamities are causing loss of lives.
Once there was a poor girl waiting for a train in the station. When the train came, she got into it. Sometime later, Johnson, a passenger found something fishy with the girl.
He checked and found the girl near the washroom, and also heard a whisper of her evil laughter. When he looked at the mirror, it was foggy, and he couldn’t see her face. The girl was laying her head down. She had a red light coming from her eyes which spooked Johnson. At another time, the girl wasn’t sleeping. Instead, she was chanting something. He found out that the girl was a ghost.
Book Title – My Act Of Heart
Author – Various
Ideated & Curated By – Anjali G Sharma & Deepika Ahuja
Recommended Age – 7+ years
Ideated and Curated by Anjali G Sharma and Deepika Ahuja, My Act Of Heart is an anthology of stories written by children from around the globe which bring to fore the virtues of compassion and generosity towards everyone, irrespective of genders and races. The stories included in this book are heartwarming and at times quite funny as well! Majority of the plots in the book are of a child or a group of children (for the most part friends) who either go somewhere where they observe someone in need, or chance upon something or someone they can help. Whatever be the case, the children in question choose to act on the scenario and with the consent of their parents or grandparents, help those in need. Now, if every single story was about helping a human, we could get pretty bored reading the book after a point. But what makes this book interesting throughout are the varied acts of compassion which are each unique. The book manages to keep the reader engaged and wanting to know what is coming next.
O’ Dear God, I pray for everyone who make me happy or glad.
And that they never frown, be it my mom and dad.
I pray that they have a long life and good health,
There should be no loss, be it happiness or wealth.
I am like a rose carefully raised by you,
But unlike it, I am lifelong fresh, and it’s all because of you.
You make sure my petals are blooming red,
You make sure the ground is soft and comfy as a royal bed.