The Friendship of the Oven and The Fridge - Rishona Chopra

Hello my friends! Oh wait, don't hug me just now, you see I am very hot, I might burn you and then you would never talk to me again. Well, why am I so hot that no one can touch me? I was born this way and I am not proud of it! I hate it, I need more coldness in life, I deserve to be colder and not warmer. Because of this very extra ordinary blessing, which is really not a blessing, I don't have many friends but I have one best friend and that is Fridge. Now this was my side of the story, let's hear it from Fridge!
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Hey there! As you might have guessed, I am very cold and I truly need more warmth.Even though I am cold I do not have a cold heart but I very warm and caring one. It's lucky that our owners kept oven and me together. He gives me warmth and I give him the touch of coldness he needs. Our lives have been extraordinarily twisted but we made the best of it!

Fridge and Oven

The hidden truth - Reveda Bhatt

A secret, this six-lettered word might seem normal, but the problems and awkward situations created when it comes out a complex. It contains power, the power of inducing conflicts, so some say it's better if the painful reality is kept to ourselves. They exist in politics and in "the democracy of our nation." One such mysterious secret almost unfolded was the death mystery of "our almost Prime Minister" Subhash Chandra Bose.

It was in the year 1945 that he boarded an aircraft going to Taiwan. The plane stopped midway for a few hours, and when it took off, in the air, its elevator caught fire, and the plane crashed, which was the reported end of this leader's life. His funeral took place, but the remains weren't his, as claims suggest! But the Indian Government stated that it was in the truth, but as evidence suggests, maybe Prime Minister Mr Jawaharlal Nehru did not want the truth to come out!

Many cases about his death mystery were registered, but the Indian Government closed them when they nearly unravelled the secret. Pieces of evidence found suggest three theories. First, he died in a plane crash, but that is not true as the agency denied he crashed his plane, saying that such a plane had never crash-landed in Taiwan from where the incident was reported. The second one says that he changed his identity and lived in Uttar Pradesh as a saint mystic because his stuff had been found, such as the pair of spectacles he used, his books and articles. The third one suggests that he went underground to the public, which is proved by the photo of Mr Lal Bahadur Shastri clicked in Tashkent, years after his reported death. The secret was unravelling, though the Government did not want it to. Soon after this picture was clicked with Bose in the background, Lal Bahadur Shastri even died in a mysterious plane crash.

This was not an 'incident' but a murder, a trick played by our corrupted politicians who didn't want Mr S.C.Bose to come into power and become the next Prime Minister. These are all claims "we, the people", are not sure about, and under such circumstances, his death would remain a secret in the pages of files and continues to be a mystery in history!

- Reveda Bhatt 
Grade IX The Aryan School

I have seen a ghost and this is my story - Diva Gupta

Often we have been told that ghosts and spirits don’t exist. But I have, and here’s my story.

It was the darkest of nights. I was lying in my bed, wide awake. It was midnight, and I wasn’t able to sleep. The moonlight rose into my room brighter than sunlight, so I decided to shut the blinds. I got up, only to see the dark streets of Noida. Not even a soul seemed to be seen or heard. It was like the world had just stopped itself. Perhaps this was called the witching hour. I thought of getting a glass of water. So I shut the blinds, went into the hallway, and turned on the kitchen light. As I filled my glass of water, I felt something move. When I went to check if someone was there, I saw nothing. I went back into the kitchen, and my cup was gone! I quickly hurried to my room, forgetting about my water when the blinds were up again! What was going on? I had no idea, but I decided to sleep it out. And then there was the problem of not being able to sleep.  I lay there in complete darkness once more when someone entered my room. I heard a voice: ‘Diva? Are you awake?’. It was my mom. I told her everything. After my story, she laughed at me and told me to sleep. How could she! After all, it happened in front of me! Either this was another prank, or it was my imagination. After talking to my mom, I was finally able to sleep. But I still couldn’t get it out of my head about that ghost. This incident happened about four years ago, in second grade.  Well, this was my story, and many may laugh and say, ‘How funny! That could never happen!’ But it did, and I still remember the chills that night.

Diva Gupta

Grade VI

Gyanshree School