An original story, written by our student Rudra Jain.

Rudra is 10-year-old young writer and orator from Jaipur. He loves speech, drama, and performance. We are proud to have him as a student in Public Speaking & Creative Writing Through Applied Storytelling & Theatre Program in Jaipur under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Rudra for this exemplary true self-expression.

Dutch Winter

It was one cold, blistery, chilling winter morning in a little Dutch village called Zaanse Chaans. There lived a family with twin boys aged eleven called Andrew and Joseph.

It was time to go to school and their mother was having a tough time waking up the boys in that shivering cold weather. Alas! She managed. They got dressed in all the layers of winter clothing with stockings, woolen socks, snow boots, sweaters, woolen mufflers, gloves, and caps to survive their long walk to school.

The sun seemed to be playing hide and seek with the clouds and the fog. They crossed a line of pine trees, black and pointy against the sky along the street. Their feet crunched over the snow which had turned into sleet during the night.

Suddenly, it happened! They heard a scream, Joseph and their mother looked back shocked to see that Andrew had slipped and was in great pain. They rushed to him and mother realized that it was a bad fall. She immediately called an ambulance to rush him to the hospital.

The doctor at the hospital told them that it was a fracture in his right ankle and he was plastered up for six weeks. Poor Andrew cried and sobbed in pain and his mother was very upset too. If only somebody had followed the rule and sprinkled salt on the street outside their house, this deadly fall would have been avoided. But finally, after the six weeks were over, Andrew’s plaster came off and he was able to walk comfortably and independently again.

Then started the fun of playing in the snow, making snowballs, snowmen, etc. And they lived happily ever after.

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An original story, written by our offline (Jaipur) student Harshil Katiyar.

Harshil is 10-year-old young writer and orator from Jaipur. He loves music, performance, and football. We are proud to have him as a student in the Public Speaking & Creative Writing Through Applied Storytelling & Theatre Program in Jaipur under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Harshil for this exemplary true self-expression.

The Snowy Mountains

A long time ago on the cold streets of Kashmir, everyone was wearing sweaters, jackets, coats, etc. It was the harshest winter water would freeze in a few minutes if left outside. There was this hustling sound of the blowing wind was echoing. Everyone was rushing to the food stalls for fresh, warm food. The chilly and crisp weather was somewhat overcome by the hot soup that people were slurping down. Thick, sparkling snow was falling but soon it got all unsullied by cars and people. Even though people were lighting bonfires, it was still a harsh winter. The electricity was not good either as the blistery winds and the frost snow were messing with the wires and cables.

While all of this was happening, Rohit was sitting in his room and watching television which was sort of working. He was in thick clothing as the heaters were not working. Rohit was a 10-year-old boy who lived in a small house near the mall. He enjoyed sports as there was not much to do at home. His mother was an artist and his father was a scientist who worked in another country. Most of the time his parents were not home so he lived with his grandmother. Every day, he went to school and after returning he went to his tuition classes. On weekends, he also went to an art class. He was a very smart and kind boy. He would often help others. He normally helped his grandmother with the chores. His grandmother was very pleased with him and would often have delicious meals and sugarplums for him.

When he used to be free, one thought always came to his mind- What’s there up in the mountains? Every day he woke up he saw the snow-white mountains from his window. He always wondered if it was so biting cold on the plain, then how harsh would it be above? He always wanted to find out for himself by climbing the mountains someday. Well, right now he was stuck doing chores in his house.

The problem was, how would he get up? His elderly grandmother would certainly not allow him to go on such a dangerous expedition. On the other hand, his thirty-ish mother would be too worried for him to go alone.

One day, his grandmother fell sick and his mother and father immediately had to get to his house. They found out that his grandmother had a severe fever and cold. His parents had to take her to the hospital. Rohit would be left alone at home so, his mother hired Mr. Ram to take care of him for a month. This was a dream come true for Rohit! Mr. Ram was a well-experienced mountain climber! Rohit begged him to go on an expedition to the snowy mountains as Mr. Ram had been there many times. Mr. Ram merrily agreed to this and got all sorts of climbing gear. The next day, they set off on their journey. They faced many hardships but, in a few days, they were on the very top! Blistering snow was falling everywhere, and freezing wind was blowing about. The condition was frosty but there was still a small village with some villagers living. They were friendly and welcoming. Of course, they were friends with Mr. Ram and they were kind to Rohit. This was it- Rohit’s dream had come true.

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