At bed time he decided to read me … while eating a chocolate cake. Now i was done for. he read a few pages and used his fat podgy finger to wipe chocolate cream off my pages. He got bored after reading just a few pages( and flung me across the room.) To my utter dismay. I landed in laundry basket overflowing with his dirty, smelly clothes.
Next morning the maid carried me off to somewhere. I could not see anything because I was smothered by clothes. she tipped the whole basket over and I was in the washing machine. I was whirled and got tumbled about for an intercity, when the boy’ s mother saw my tattered remains, she finished me aside in disgust’ s crow sat on me and well … I never smelt the same again.
After i died out. I was put alongside old newspaper and other book that seem to have gone through the same torture as myself. clearly this was a household that had no love for books … not that I can be called a book any longer. in just under two days had been torn, ripped, drooled on, smeared with cake, flung about misscclessly. no I will be sold with old rubbish and may be recycled. and now I end my sad, little story with a request, remember friends, books are men’ s best friend. you gain knowledge and learn about different cultures by reading books helps you to communicate better and develop new ides so take good care of us surely we deserve it.
Name – Shreya Saini Class-XI-C
BEING SOCIALLY STRONG
That was a tense day. When I came back from my tuition class, I saw that my neighbour’ s uncle was simply wasting water by throwing it in the drain. He was so angry that nobody was trying to stop him. So, I just asked,“ Why are you wasting water? This water you are wasting is the drinking water of whole neighbourhood.”
I repeated 3 or 4 times. He didn’ t respond. Then, he came down and scolded me so rudely that I felt very humiliated. No one tried to stop him. I couldn’ t understand the reason of wasting water. I couldn’ t understand why others were quiet. pg. 22