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RED WALLS OF RESILIENCE

As I walked these streets with hollow grace, I found a spark—a flicker of light.
Men in black tore dignity from my face, Those walls, once stained, now softly speak
And painted my walls in crimson red— Of rising strong, of standing bleak.
Their laughter echoed inside my head, Though bruised in spirit, I never broke—

Leaving scars where my soul had bled. From smouldering ash, new dreams awoke.
I stumbled through shadows, unseen, alone, Now I walk these streets, not bowed by fear—
A canvas defiled, stripped to the bone. I carry my voice, bold and clear.
Yet in the hush of the sleepless night, And the red on my walls? It sings my story—
Of pain, survival, and hard-won glory.

By: Lalremruati Renthlei
XII D, 7476

THE WORD THAT BOUNDS OUR EVERY ACTION

Have you ever wondered why we are all so familiar with the saying, “Time and tide wait for none”? We
are made to live with time ruling over our lives. But the beauty of it all lies in the fact that we are
compelled to learn, grow, and move on from our mistakes—to evolve, like a butterfly emerging from its
cocoon.
The desire to turn back time often arises from situations we never imagined we’d face. Stories of time
travel have always fascinated me. Yet, in reality, time never grants us that freedom. Learning to accept
things as they are is one of Mother Nature’s greatest lessons.
With that being said, dear readers, just as joy and sorrow are inseparable, life is a collection of episodes
in which we cross each other’s paths at our destined times. As long as life on Earth continues, this four-
letter word—Time—will remain essential to mankind.

By: Lily Zathang
XII B, 7524

MY SCHOOL, MY PRIDE

I wake up early with a smile, Our playground’s big, the trees are tall,
To get ready and walk a mile. We run and jump and never fall.
My school is where I love to be, In art and music, fun takes flight,
With friends and teachers just like me. Our school days shine so warm and bright.

The bell rings loud, the day begins, Thank you, school, for all you give,
With books and pens, and learning wins. For teaching us the way to live.
We read, we write, we laugh, we play, You help us learn, you help us grow,
And grow smarter every day. My love for you will always show!

By: Swastik Dahiya
V B, 6444

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