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The Snowy Mountains I Student Harshil Katiyar I Personality Development Program I Jaipur

By admin in Creative Writing, Original Stories on February 15, 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 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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Poetry Collection #15 I Student Sashrika Prasad I Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Acrostic Poetry, Poetry, Poetry Collection for Kids & By Kids on February 15, 2024

An original and unique collection of Acrostic Poem written by our student Sashrika Prasad.

Sashrika is 13 years old, a young writer from Gurugram. We are proud to have her as a student of the Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Sashrika for this exemplary true self-expression.

1. Seasons

(A Regular Acrostic Poem)

Sun shines after the clouds clear up and flowers bloom.
Endless excitement in every family on the beach and the pool
Autumn leaves turning yellow, orange, or red and decorating every street with a light wind.
Showers are peaceful and calm down every café and household.
Ocean waves are getting harsher every second and a storm rolling every minute.
Night sky appears earlier every day and it gets colder every week.
Snowflakes accessorize the pretty pale sky and that is what SEASONS are all about.

2. Desserts

(A Regular Acrostic Poem)

Delicious choices getting me lured.
Excellent decoration making it harder to not taste.
Several pies getting finished in minutes.
Sundaes getting devoured before it melts.
Enormous cakes about to give me a stomachache.
Rich desserts are worth all the consumed sugar.
Tasty desserts deserve money well spent.

3. Winter Is All About

(An Abecedarian Acrostic Poem)

Anorak jackets are being found because heavy,
Breezes start to howl,
Candy canes hanging from the Christmas tree, since winter is arriving,
Duvets are covering my bed and making me warm,
Earmuffs are protecting me from heavy storms,
Frosty weather outside while I am listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘Cardigan’,
Gingerbread houses are fun. Sipping on,
Hot cocoa and enjoying a Christmas movie,
Ice and snow giving my dog a delight. We love wearing,
Jumpsuits and ugly Christmas sweaters,
Kedge -gutted, I am feeling after an enormous Christmas dinner. Those,
Latkes are so delicious,
Mittens with googly eyes making my hands look cute. The,
Nor’easter brewing somewhere in the western North Atlantic,
Overcoats selling out in a panic,
Peppermints are stocked up in every house and you can put,
Quilted jackets down there too. Enjoying,
Roasted beef in raw weather is the best feeling,
Snow-boarding too,
Turtlenecks of all kinds filling up my closet and,
Ugly Christmas sweaters too,
Vests and,
Wool coats are my favorite clothes for now. Winter brings joy and,
X-mas makes everything more merrier and brings excitement, just like the,
Yule ball. Cold
Zero temperature zones are my favorite………

4. Reverie And Ukiyo

(A Mesostich Acrostic Poem)

Getting lost as I sit in the middle of my dReams
These delusions are a plEasant making me feel free
My mind flows like the water of a gentle riVer
While my eyEs are closed without a shiver
A pulsating sound of Rain, slowly dripping in my ears
I completely forgot all my fears
Wishing for this dream to nevEr end
But the sad reality is thAt it will
I am going to eNjoy this paradise while it lasts
Where there is serene and unmoveD calm
Life is so fun with the Unpleasantness pushed away
Knowing this feeling, I now want to go on a vacation or getaway
I know I have to wake up from thIs dream, but I am enjoying it as long as I’m free
The feeling was exemplarY
Just living in the moment, detached from bOthers of life

5. Wildest Dreams

(A Telestich Poem)

Sitting there watching this oceanvieW
It was a nice sunny day, the girls were in their bikinI
I could sense a smell, somewhat sweet and floraL
It felt like a potion of love, my brain was going wilD
A light breeze passed through; I thought my goosebumps just rosE
However, the scent still smelt great, like a garden of roseS
I followed the aroma, wherever it went, and it led me to a beautiful florisT
I purchased some flowers and beside it saw a bookshop, I bought myself one to reaD
Came across a café, I read the book for hours, and from my eyes rolled down a teaR
This day had me feeling so happy and freE
While reading the book, I didn’t stop myself from having some boba teA
Reached home, I put the flowers in the vase, watching them blooM

I will again be waiting for a day like this if it ever comeS

 

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