Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

From a Dream to Reality

Amey Choudhary, Class IX D

It was a pleasant Sunday morning and I was as excited as I could be. I could hardly wait to break the news to my grandmother. I left the house and headed straight to my grandmother’s home. As I drove, I remembered how energetic she was when I was young. She used to take care of me and play with me. But now she had arthritis and lived with a helper in her ancestral house. He took care of her, gave her medicines, cleaned the house, cooked food, etc.
Now, as I entered the colony, I was so excited. I found her sitting in a wheelchair in the porch. When she saw me, she was so happy and elated. She had a wide grin. I knew that the news I was going to break to her was quite important. I took her inside in the room so that nobody could hear us. She was a bit surprised but when I told her what I had discovered, she was so happy. I had never seen her so happy in my life. But after all, what I had discovered hadn’t been discovered by three generations.
I had found where the treasure of a Nawab of Lucknow was hidden. I will tell you more about it first: my great grandfather was a close friend of the Nawab. During the freedom struggle, fearing that he may get killed, he had given the treasure to my great grandfather for safekeeping. My great grandfather had hidden it somewhere.

Before my grandfather could tell my grandmother where he had hidden it, he was arrested on false charges of treason. He had left a clue and given it to my grandmother. My grandmother couldn’t decode it. She had then given it to her children and even they were unable to do so. Now when I received the clue, I decoded it and identified the place where it was kept. I told my grandmother where it was. It was under the peepal tree in the garden. My grandmother and I went there. I dug near the tree and found a box. Our eyes shone like crystals. As I opened it, I found a note and some crystals. The note was written by my great grandfather. It asked us to keep the whole thing a secret and protect this treasure with our lives. I saw tears in my grandmother’s eyes. When she looked at me, she didn’t speak but I knew she was very proud of me.

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