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