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Lessons I Student Rudra Jain I Personality Development Program I Jaipur

By admin in Creative Writing, Original Stories on February 29, 2024

An original story, written by our student Rudra Jain.

Rudra is a 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 the 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.

Lessons

It was a very chilly and blistery day in one of the most frigid and icy cities in India, Shimla. It was so harsh and raw. People could not go out of the house only. People were feeling nippy and were shivering like anything. The residents of Shimla had a hard time. Every day, snow would keep on falling into the cars and their entrance to the house and people would take extra time and put in extra effort to remove it. Here snowstorms, icicles, ice scrapers, and many more like this were common. People were wearing such fat clothes. It was subzero.

In a massive house, lived a couple. There was a man named Deep and a woman who was his wife, Sonam. Deep was very tall and slim while Sonam had a medium height and was plump. Deep was wearing an anorak jacket, a cap, a sweater, socks, and boots while Sonam was wearing leggings, cashmere, base layers, sherpa, and a cardigan. They both sat near the fireplace and were elated.

Suddenly, Deep had a plan. He thought of playing football with his friends. He always found playing football in winter was better than playing in summer. Deep loved winters and football a lot. Deep went to wear his clothes to play football in.

After Deep was ready, Sonam informed him that a snowstorm was just about to come. Sonam said that when you were in the office, some days back, a snowstorm came, then in the evening an ice scraper came, and icy precipitation happened side by side. Icicles came as well late at night. So, then, you know what happened. Deep told Sonam that it is all nonsense what you said, nothing happens in a snowstorm, okay? Deep told Sonam to stop speaking. Deep didn’t understand what Sonam said. He didn’t want to take care of himself. Soon, his friends called him, and he went. The moment Deep started running, the snowstorm started and as it started, he fell badly. His leg got a fracture, that to a major fracture. It was severely paining like anything. His friends took it likely. But Sonam told them to run away. She shouted. Sonam called the ambulance after 2 hours when the snowstorm was in control.

The ambulance came in an hour and took Deep and Sonam to the hospital. The dangerous and life-threatening snowstorm stopped in the middle of their way. When they reached, Deep lay down and a plaster was put. Sonam asked the doctor how much time he recover. The doctor said a month. Sonam was shocked and startled to hear this.

After a month, Sonam came to the hospital. She was feeling very lonely. She missed Deep a lot. She then helped Deep and Deep was finally fine. The doctor said you should take care. So, did, Sonam tell him that? Deep regretted. He finally understood that in a snowstorm, taking care is much more important than just playing football. Deep only played when it was the right time.

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The River I Student Harshil Katiyar I Personality Development Program I Jaipur

By admin in Creative Writing, Original Stories on February 29, 2024

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 River

In the freezing streets of Kashmir, people were cold. Bonfires were being lit, and heaters were being turned on. The temperature was below freezing. The biting cold made it hard to live. The snow covered the trees. The crisp and blistery wind blew everywhere. The road was icy. Frosty and snow-white snow was falling everywhere, to soon be unsullied by cars and people.

In all this bleak weather, Raman was sitting in his room with the heaters on. The subzero temperature was unbearable for him. He was a slim boy and was a very fast runner. He was also very intelligent and clever. His eyes were blue and he had curly and blonde hair. He was a young boy, but he was well-built. He lived by himself in a small hut. He also loved animals very much.

He used to go shoveling snow every day so he could earn some money to buy food. He was very hardworking. On his way, he would always see a glistening river flowing down the snowy mountain. His dream was to cross this river. He always wondered what was on the other side of this chilly river.

The problem was that he did not have any type of gear or equipment for the bone-chilling waters. He would not swim, because then he would simply freeze to death. He did not have enough money to buy a boat. Whush! Whushhhh! Said the water. Perhaps Raman would borrow a boat from someone or make enough money to buy a boat someday.

One day, he was shoveling some snow off the road and spotted something near the hill. He had never seen it before, so he decided to investigate. He went near it and… It was a boat! Someone had left it or abandoned it. Just to make sure someone had abandoned it; Raman came the next day and the boat was still there. This meant that he could finally cross the river. But first, he had to know how to use it. He did not have a trainer, so he practiced by himself daily and eventually got the hang of it.

Some days later, he came back to the river early in the morning. He wanted to cross it, so he got into the boat and pushed it into the water with the rows. He used the skills that he had learned over the past few days and with minor difficulty, steered the boat in the flowing river. Finally, he made it to the other side. He got off the boat and it was a beautiful sight. Mountains, valleys, cliffs, and frozen lakes were to be seen. There was a big forest. There were also many animals like hares, rabbits, cats, and many more. This was it- Raman’s dream had come true.

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