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The Mango Tree was a big one that grew tasty and healthy mangoes each year. He was proud of himself. He stood tall and strong during storms and rain.   Near him were many small carrots growing. The mango tree made fun of them saying that they will be easily uprooted.  Then, one day, some woodcutters came into the forest for timber.  The woodcutters saw the tall mango tree. They decided to take a rest for a few hours under that tree. Suddenly, one of the woodcutters woke up and started chopping down the mango tree. The small carrots saw the woodcutters chopping down the mango tree. The hungry woodcutters did not see them as they were well hidden by the other tall grasses. And so, then went on chopping and chopping the tree until it finally came down with a thud. And that was the end of the over-confident mango tree.

Once upon a time there was a child named Todd who was going out to a playground that was not too far.  It was night when he reached there and heard his friend's voice.  He went to the park running to play with his friends but was shocked that his friends had become ghosts. He was not scared at all.  It was said that if anybody stays inside a playground till early morning, they too will become ghosts and invisible.  Todd went inside to play with his friends and it got too late.  His parents went out to search for him but they couldn't  find him.  It was nearing morning time when one of his friends pushed him out of the park but he wanted to play with them and thus remained a ghost. 

I was walking through the street at around 12:00 midnight when I saw something approaching me. I stepped behind a staircase but it was coming nearer and nearer.   It was a bit small.   It had ears at the top of its head and I noticed its spiked collar.   I suddenly knew that it was a bull dog.   I thought that it will have its master with it but I was wrong.   It kept coming towards me. After going four to five steps forward, it started running towards me.   Seeing that no one was accompanying the dog, I started screaming and running.   I kept running but reached a dead end.   The dog jumped on me as I screamed and shouted for help. It was then that I woke up from my slumber and realised that I was dreaming.              

The black box called Television (TV) is an essential household item. It occupies an important place in our life. It is a great source of entertainment. Television has a big impact on the way we spend our free time. It affects young people like us more than adults. Some shows and channels offer educational programs that can increase our knowledge and make us more aware of the world around us. TV can also be a good way to expand our mind by watching about different people, cultures, ideas and places we might never encounter in real life. Gathering around the television gives families and friends time to bond over. There are health benefits also such as some shows make us laugh while some make us happy. Though there are advantages, we cannot ignore the disadvantages of watching too much television. Watching too much television can cause obesity, sleep difficulties, behavioral problems, lower grades and other health issues. Television is also taking up the place of family and friends. ...

My father bought me a new remote-control car on my birthday. I played with it till dinner time. After that I kept it in my room and went to sleep. I suddenly woke up at midnight because I was feeling thirsty. I was about to drink water when I realised that I had forgotten to fill my water bottle before going to sleep. So I got up to fill my water bottle.  I suddenly saw that my remote-control car was moving frontwards and backwards automatically but nobody was in the room. I got  so scared thinking that there was  a ghost in the room. I quickly switched on the light when I saw that I had forgotten to switch off my remote-control car’s battery and it was pressed against a hard pillow.  I switched off the remote-control car. It was a funny scene.  I told my mother and father about this and they laughed heartily.

This is a true story.   This occurred when my grandfather was small. One day my grandfather went to a place with his friends. There was a house there. No one lived there. He said to the guard, “Why is that apartment closed?” The guard said “Ok um..... Yeah. So many years ago this place was a desert. There was a war going on. Due to shortage of water many soldiers died.   That particular night the soldiers who were still alive were talking among themselves when all of a sudden the windows opened one by one and hands started reaching out. The hand were very dry. The flesh had come out of the hands and on the flesh were written these words … ‘ Jai Hind Sir! Pani do’. ” This means that they begged for water and to this day my grandfather remembers this story.

This story occurred a long time ago. Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. One day the wife’s sister had a baby. She needed to go to office so she left the baby in her sister’s house. The wife took care of the baby.   Then one day a huge storm came and it said ‘ghost is coming’. She went to the baby but the baby was fine. She wrote mantras on the door but it was erased by her husband. It happened again!!! She went to the baby and saw that the baby was cut into 2 halves and that night the husband returned and saw the wife cut into 3 halves.

One day my mother and father was not at home and I was alone with my sister when I started feeling very hungry.   My sister did not know how to cook and I could but there was nothing much at home to eat. There was only an egg, oil and some vegetables. So I thought of making an omelet.   So in a bowl, I broke an egg, added salt, turmeric powder, and some chopped vegetables which I had chopped and mixed everything with a whisk.   Then I put the pan in the induction oven. I waited for the pan to get warm and then added some cooking oil and made the omelet. Once the omelet was on the plate and ready to eat, it lacked something. I remembered that I had some tomato sauce and some mayonnaise. So my sister and I enjoyed it.                                                  

My parents and my neighbours have planned to go for a picnic after my annual block test. I will enjoy a lot there. We will eat chips, other snacks and juice. My friends and I will play Ludo, badminton and cards. We will also go for rides on the swing, slides, merry go round, see-saw etc. We will be leaving for the location at 6 a.m.   At 10 am we will have our breakfast and at 2 p.m our lunch. We will be reaching the location at 4 p.m.   The picnic will be held at a place called Bandel. I will carry my games with me and my toys too. I will enjoy a lot there. At  8 p.m we will return home.

  A true prayer can change your life. A prayer can make your heart and mind as calm as droplets of water. If we consider that God is the supreme invisible power on earth and he writes our destiny at the time of our birth, then a true prayer can be so powerful so as to change all predestined things, incidents and accidents.  The Lord can change the world.  A true prayer can do anything.

Physical sports is important because while doing or playing we can strengthen our body and this makes us fit.  As far as  digital sports is concerned ,we have to sit and play & that makes us more lazy. Here I am enjoying playing badminton with my mom. It not only allows me to increase my physical stamina but also  boast my mental and emotional faculties.  But most importantly, it will teaches me to have a sportsman spirit.  Physical games help me to strengthen my bond with my mom too as we play together. 

    Once upon a time, I saw my neighbour going to a park in our locality. The name of the park is Nature Park. So I thought of asking my mother to take my friends and me to the park. We went to the park in the afternoon. As we entered the park, I saw greenery all around. There were paved roads and colourful flowers everywhere. There were small benches throughout the park for people to sit and take rest. Nick and Jessica climbed a small tree and sat on the branches to see the entire park from above. I saw an old lady reading a storybook to her granddaughter. I also wanted to listen to the story, so I stood behind the bench where they were sitting on and paid attention to what was being read. Sandy was enjoying riding her mini scooter while Ron, with his dog Mack was running behind the mini scooter. My friends and I enjoyed visiting the park that day. When I reached home, I thought as to when we will get a chance to visit that park again.  

July and August witness the rainy season. During the rainy season, sometimes it rains for the whole day and other times, just for a little while. In this season, if it rains the whole day,then small children can sail paper boats. During this season, many floods occur in roads and streets. We always have to carry a raincoat or an umbrella when we go out. If we go out to play, we will fall sick, have high fever, coughing and sneezing. We also cannot play outdoor games during this rainy season.  Our clothes also get wet after washing as it doesn’t dry. My favourite seasons are summer and monsoon season.  During the rainy season, I can’t go out to play but I can play indoor games such as Ludo with my whole family.   

  My father transferred from Sri Lanka to Bangladesh. Now he stays in Bangladesh. Sometimes he comes to Kolkata and stays with us.  That is why during my summer  vacation , I go to Bangladesh with my mother.   I anxiously wait for the summer  vacation so that I can spend time with my father. I love going to Bangladesh because of the culture there.  Everyone is very friendly & they respect their own language.   An incident took place when I went to the airport and wished the immigration officer ‘Good Morning’.  She replied back to me by saying ‘Suprabath’. She then explained that she knows English but prefers using her mother tongue. Later when we went to the Shahid Minar, I heard the history of how thousands of students of various universities, colleges and schools had given their life for their language. Hence, 21 st  of February is treated as International Language Day.   In the weekend we went to Cox Bazaar and the ...

  Life in a small village may be different than living in a town or city. Villages are not as developed as cities but now our government has been making the villages better by providing gas to homes and houses to some people. More than five years ago, I visited a small village named Barsoi situated in Bihar. It took me about ten hours to reach Barsoi. On reaching there, the first thing I saw was the cow dung on the walls, many wells and hand pumps. After I reached my relative’s house I saw that the houses were not as developed as they are in the cities.   There were small buildings unlike the buildings in cities. But the greenery of that village left an impact on me. People living in cities do not take care of their surroundings in spite of having so much.   On the other hand, the villagers look after their village. I salute these villagers who take of their village. I would love to visit another village the next time I get a chance.

  A best friend is a person with whom we can share our problems and feelings and one who becomes happy when we are happy and sad when we are sad.   It is not necessary that a best friend has to be a classmate or of the same age as us. A best friend can be anyone. For  example:  teachers, friends and family members     My best friend is my mother. My mother’s name is Nipa Singh. She is 38 years old. I  can  share  all my problems with my mother. She gets happy when I achieve my goals.   She is kind,  caring, loving and funny. My mother makes tasty dishes for me.   She helps me to  study. When  I am sad, she makes funny faces and does funny things to make me happy. When I  get hurt,  she leaves all her important work and rushes to me to heal the area wherein I hurt myself.   My mother loves me a lot. If I did not have her as my mother, I would not standing here  today.   I ...