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as soon as they had hard evidence against him.
The other cops were taking samples of blood off the floor, bed, walls, and the murder weapon. They took the bed sheets hoping to get some fibres that might be left behind by the intruder. The cops told him they would do their best.

A week later he struck again and this time it was a 16 year old girl. The police had obtained hair and sperm samples from her bedroom. The fibres matched the other killing. This was solid evidence.

The suspect was caught and put to trial. He was found guilty of murder in the 1st degree in all seven counts and sentenced to death by the electric chair. 

Two years since then the memories are still as fresh as they were when they took place. The pain, the loss, was too much to handle. But he did so with his daughter by his side.
Kavita Menon
XI-A

ME

As I walk through the journey of my life,
I walk towards the end.
The seconds turn to years and the years to seconds,
I feel alone, I feel alone.
I need someone, someone to hold me.
That someone cannot be anyone,
But I don't know who it will be.
I feel weak, but I'm trying…
I am trying to complete this game,
This game called life.
The troubles are countless,
But I know there will be a time,
Where they will cease to exist.
I am creeping towards that time,
I don't know whether I'll survive,
But, I'm sure I'll meet my friends.
I don't know when, but I'm sure I will.

I can see the dawn,
The sun is striving to fight out the night.
Hope will succeed, truth will prevail,
I don't know when,
But I'm sure it will.

Abhimanyu Chaudhuri

JOKES

Editorial Board
One day, a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her brunette hair. 
The little girl looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hair white, Mom?" 
Her mother replied, "Well, every time you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." 
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then asked, "Momma, how come all of grandma's hairs are white?" 		Freddie ran into the kitchen crying and cradling something in his hands. "Mommy, my turtle is dead," Freddie told his mother as he held the turtle out to her. 
His mother kissed him on the head, then said, "That's all right. We'll wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, then have a nice burial ceremony in the back yard. After that, we'll go out for an ice cream soda, and then get you a new pet. I don't want you . . ." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle move. "Freddie, your turtle is not dead after all." 
"Oh," the boy said. "Can I kill it?"

Aatish Bhatia, Shivan Marya, Digvijay Singh, Pallavi Raghavan, Deivyani Dheer, Dhananjaya Chak, Kush Sagar, Amaan Raj Khanna, Aditya Basu, Mallika Singh, Varun Garg, Rishab Sareen, Ashish Aggarwal, Shruti Sharma, Abhimanyu Chaudhuri
Editor- Priya Malik

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