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F A R E W E L L
By Mihika Acharya
It was on a cold, crisp winter morning when Mrs. Breeble decided to take a walk to the market to buy some food for the house. It wasn't that there wasn't any food in the house but Mrs. Breeble worried out of habit that there might not be any left.
Mrs. Breeble lived alone, widowed for some twenty five years, so the reason for her anxiety over the sudden depletion of food was completely psychological.
Anyhow, for whatever reason, it was on a cold, crisp winter morning when Mrs. Breeble decided to take a walk to the market to buy some food for the house.
It was on the way to the market, when six feet in front of her, Mrs. Breeble saw her neighbour who had been a known friend of hers. They hadn't met for months and sometimes, when one grew older and lonelier and older still, months begin to seem like years.
Mrs.Breeble and Mrs.Osmond had been very close friends for thirty long years. They had been like sisters which was exaggerated by the fact that neither of them had siblings.
But everything changed after, one day, both Mrs.Breeble and Mrs.Osmond quarreled.
It was over something so unforgivable and so unimaginably horrid, as each of them knew. It was something that neither Mrs.Breeble nor Mrs.Osmond could be sisterly about. It was over something which had made them stop talking to each other for months…but neither Mrs.Breeble or Mrs.Osmond could remember what that something was and neither of them was ready to admit it.
It was after that very fight and those very months, that on a cold, crisp winter morning, when Mrs.Breeble decided to take a walk to the market to buy some food for the house. Mrs.Osmond was standing now three feet from her.
They looked at each other for a few long seconds - for when in a situation like this, each second seems as long as a minute - but neither of them spoke.
Their eyes, soft and glazed with memories, suddenly hardened. The slightly upturned curves of the mouth drew into a frigid line…and they walked on, past each toher.
Not knowing after how long they would see each other again or whether they would see each other again at all. One never knows at this age…
Walking on in separate directions of the same road, their backs turned towards each other, their eyes glistened and tears traced the wrinkles on their cheeks. Their
lips quivered as both, Mrs.Breeble and Mrs.Osmond, together as if one, whispered inaudibly, at the two extremes of the road, "Farewell, dear friend. Farewell."
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HOW THE MEDIA REPORTS WATER RELATED EVENTS:
Pradeep Saha, Managing Director of the popular environmental magazine Down to Earth, gave an informative talk accompanied by a multimedia presentation on how the media reports water related events.
The students were given an insight into how serious the problem of water scarcity actually was, and with the help of important statistics made us realize how necessary it is to conserve water. He also highlighted how different newspapers reported water scarcity issues to suit their stand.
The talk ended with an interactive question and answer session instilling in each of us the value of water and how its conservation is a must in present times to fulfil the needs of the
TORRENTS OF RAIN
By Varini Sharma 9-B
As I sit by my window
A pen posed in my hand
I watch the torrents of rain
Pouring down the thirsty land.
The pen falls to the floor
The gold-etched nib shatters
The ink permeates the marble
The rainwater alongside splatters
The world is encased
In a swatch of translucent water
Destroying nothing
Yet showing its ruthless power
The wind howls itself to a sirocco
But this doesn’t disturb the rain
We’re united by it’s beauty
The sadness it can stain.
And all around the world
People are crying out in wonder
What the power of water can do
Makes me dream about it in yonder |
