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Hope for the Flowers (pdf) "What happens when a caterpillar makes a cocoon?" my father asked. "Umm.. Metamorphosis. Yes, that is what it is called. It turns into a butterfly! We've been studying this since Grade 2! " "But are you aware, not all of them actually become that fluttering creature. Many just die without realising that they can actually become a butterfly."and he read me out a book. The book 'Hope for the Flowers' by Trina Paulus tells the tale of Stripe, a caterpillar and his journey towards becoming a butterfly. An inspirational book, guiding us, the caterpillars towards becoming a butterfly. I wondered 'bout the world There is somethin' more to see Whatever I see around  Doesn't seem what is really wanted by me Yes, it seems so fascinating That place, the crowd is heading to where I don't now what is at the end.... But, everyone says it must be good  So, I will follow, and t...

I was out, after exams were (at least, till then) over... when my phone rang. After a dead tiring and and seemingly never-ending round of tests, exams and continuous night-parties with my textbook friends, that day was kinda paradise for me. Yes, then I picked up my phone and it was my Mom. "Yes...Mumma?" "Ah.. Riddhi, your Maths paper was leaked. CBSE says you'll need give a re-test." The salsa flavoured nacho chip fell from my hand and I said, " What!... Umm.. Okay." I know that is not the expected reply, but yes, that is what I felt like! For the past two weeks, the newspapers had become "leak times" and the Google was feeding me only with "leak updates"... There was now nothing unusual in it. This leaking business has become so much prevalent that I couldn't help laughing at my situation. Okay, take another test, but please, be careful this time, we won't give another one then. Education shouldn't be di...

Waiting, waiting and waiting It seemed ev’thing was still The wind had stopped to blow  The time was as motionless as a hill The only things that moved  Were those hands of clock They say that time flies But that also then... had become a statue of rock My eyes were desperate To see something happening  My tongue tingling to speak But to whom will it be uttering? I suddenly moved my eyes To the corner of the room And found something fascinating  And new thoughts it started to loom A line of ants All crawling one behind the other What was silent world for me Was, for them seemingly inconsequential  I saw, they had their own world Much smaller though But enough for Them to know Then again I moved my head And looked down... In the form of a shadow A friend I found I moved my hand And so did she And I happily realised  How much fun these trifles can be! I nodded my head and She ...

Flipping through the language books, revising for my boards one evening, I came upon a thought—what if हिंदी and English met each other... Fair and young  With a jewelled crown Came she from somewhere, I think from some far-off town               “ पर यहाँ कैसे कोई और आए               यहाँ तो सिर्फ़ मेरा ही परचम लहराए               यहाँ तुम्हें कोई जानता नहीं                 चले जाओ , होगा वही सही ” “ Excuse me..  I’ve come from far-away west I was born of Anglo-Saxon,  brought up by German, caressed by Roman And now, I’ve come to rule the world, the rest “                         पुरखें तो हमारे भी कम नहीं                        संस्कृत ह...

                     Science should have the last word This is what I came across while surfing the google... I don’t know what that article meant- I did not read it- but this line immediately caught my attention, or rather... my fascination.  SCIENCE.. it seems to me the one-word answer to even the labyrinthine questions. The pragmatic conclusion to the unthinkable happenings in our surroundings is given by it. A couple of weeks ago we saw the super blue moon eclipse— only the scientific reason of the earth coming in between the sun and the moon could rule out the belief of a bad omen prevalent in so many parts of the world.. If the ancient mariner had known science, there could be no reason why the fluorescent light of those benign creatures could be comprehended has sign of the coming of evil.   How the earth is held up in space? Some believe is balanced upon an endless tower of turtles while some say it...

The bright sunshine With its yellowish rays, Coming from there, Far above, kissing my face  That just brought  My mind to motion To think about.. The world...the creation! There was a time when  Nothing was there  No earth, no moon, No anything we’d care The Big Bang was that  loud roar The secrets of all life forms  It bore Again, I looked  out of the window.. I saw the roads, high-rise buildings .. the humankind’s grand show! I suddenly realised  That then too, All this grandeur i s so minuscule—  as compared to the universe’s size! We are just like some Pieces of toys Arranged by the nature.. For it to enjoy This world started with The rivers and the mountain-kings, In whose blessings were born, The beings It was that delightful  mixture of Light and snow That made this faded world, glow Life began And started showing its worth All thankful for the life To the dear Mother Earth  From the c...

I was a flimsy paper Shiny and bright   Dyed with aspirations One day, I will reach that great height There, from where the sun peeks Its rays like honey drops Luring me towards it.. Suddenly a gust of wind came, Took me a little higher I raised my arms Oh-yes! I will reach there But no..that was a flop flight  And I could no longer let myself tire Then a hand came,  It picked me up.. A hand, I remember, hard as a rock Oh.. what would now persue, My fears began to talk He pricked me and  started stringing a thread Oh.. ouch! I moaned that fate  And that feeling..that still makes me dread I woke up-  for the sun was there Beckoning me for another flight With its soft beams and a tender stare  I realised I felt no pain And then I looked at myself— A new shape, a fresher mind  But still looking for a wind...  which soon came! I felt myself being lifted, Higher than ...