Samiksha  Verma 8th grade. A mirror reveals more than one reflection—innocence and shadow, truth and disguise—inviting us to question which face we show, which we hide, and which quietly defines who we are. A mirror held, a story told, Of faces seen, both new and old. They say we're true, just one to view, But whispers hint, there might be two. A simple soul, an open book, A single face, a gentle look. No hidden depths, no mask to wear, Just honesty, beyond compare. Is it a g

Mrinalini Khetan 11-year-old , Author and Naturalist A colourful princess escapes her tyrant father to transform a lifeless grey city into something brilliantly alive. Where Colour Begins   She spent days trying to climb out of the sky. Her wings were small and useless, so she couldn’t fly. And her feathers were of brilliant hues, much to the Dull King’s rage.   The Dull King hated all shades, except for black, beige, and grey.   Although the little bird was his own daughter,

Laisha Agarwal, 10 years old This is a poem about a refugees journey in search of safety. This poem captures the emotions of a refugee and how hope guides them like a bright light.

Parv Dasani 9 years Bold beginnings shape destiny—start smart, embrace emotions, decide swiftly, and every new chapter will unfold with confident momentum. New Beginnings   You need to have a strong start Hence you have to be really smart It sets the tone, be it a competition or a new year A bad start with anything, and the loss will make you stir   New beginnings can be happy or sad They can make you feel great, or really mad You’ve got to pan, emotions will be there Ore els

Sanskriti Bhargava HFSI, XI grade Writing, EI Kids Conner Editor The bittersweet lie is that effort is always noticed. People are expected to meet high standards, and for a while, this belief feels comforting. Expectations are mistaken for faith, and hard work seems like a shield against judgment. The sweetness fades when a mistake is made. One error is enough to change how someone is seen. The hours of effort are forgotten, and consistency is replaced by criticism. What rema

Riddhi Gulhane 11 years A cute introspection, the places she went, emotions, and the person I became. As all of you know 2025 has come to an end. It has been such an eventful year that I am titling 2025 as "The eventful year". But if you ask me personally I would title 2025 as “The rocky road“ because we went to many road trips. A few of the events taken place in 2025 are that famous people like Ed Sheeran and Lionel Messi came to India, there were a few tragic incidents like

Anahita Behera 7 years This is a cute art submission by Anahita Behera, in which she has depicted her most memorable moment from a recent family holiday. Dear Aunties and Uncles My most memorable holiday destination is Vietnam. We went there in May 2024. I saw the golden hand bridge there. It was a beautiful structure and I was amazed, as giant hands were holding the bridge.  Thank you  Anahita

Namya Aggarwal A runner, Writer and student (12 th  Class) LinkedIn T his essay by Namya Aggarwal reflects on why people often feel the past was better than the present. The author argues that nostalgia makes us idealize earlier times, but in reality the “good old days” are relative — every moment can become cherished once it’s over. The article suggests practicing gratitude and recognizing that the present is just as valuable as any past era we remember fondly. Drowning in n

Parv Dasani 9 years This poem describes a winter visit to the Rann of Kutch, highlighting its vast white salt desert, historical significance linked to the Harappan site of Dholavira, and natural beauty. It captures experiences like migrating birds, kite flying, sunsets, and a visit to Bhuj’s earthquake museum, showing the Rann as an extreme yet fascinating place. My Visit to Rann of Kutch With New Year approaching I went to the Rann of Kutch Where the sun is scorching But I

Aanya Das, 13 yrs old. A poem about feeling lost and mentally trapped, struggling with self-doubt and fear of failure, but ultimately realizing that the confusion is temporary and hope and a way forward still exist. A Hazy Path Walking along this path of haze, I had to slow down my pace There is no sign or trace, Of something to chase I am stuck in this maze. What is there to face? I can’t win this race, For I am caged My mind is fazed, not in the right place I can’t escape,

Sanskriti Bhargava HFSI, XI grade Writing, EI Kids Conner Editor

Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing A little boy was thinking, what it would be like next year. He forgot all the fears & started a new year. He turned all his dreams into a big belief, He carried them to bed & gently fell asleep.   The first day of school, the elementary exam. He was happy all day & got praised by all the mams. This was just a reminder of few of the things of the past, Now it's time for 2026 & let's see how it will last.   He wants to be an expl