A nod in the rain
Lavanya Singh, AIS Jagdishpur, X A
The weather in Jagdishpur was usually hot and dry, but sometimes the rain god chose to drench the city. One such afternoon, fifteen-year-old Bhairavii was cycling home from school when heavy rain began pouring down. Bhairavii pedalled faster and finally stopped at a small bus shelter by the roadside, breathing heavily as she wiped rainwater from her face.
Across the road, an elderly man struggled to control his umbrella while balancing a cloth bag in one hand. People rushed past him, too eager to save themselves from the rain to notice his plight. A sudden gust of wind turned his umbrella inside out, and he stumbled dangerously close to the slippery edge of the pavement. Without thinking twice, Bhairavii dashed across the road, grabbed his arm, and steadied him before he could fall. She carefully guided him to the shelter and offered him her water bottle.
The old man’s breathing gradually calmed, and before leaving, he noticed the name stitched onto Bhairavii’s school bag. With a smile and a small nod, he quietly walked away.
Days turned into weeks, and the memory slowly faded. Then one morning, while hurrying to school for an examination, Bhairavii’s cycle chain snapped near the same bus stop. Frustrated and afraid of missing her exam, she burst into tears.
Just then, a car slowed beside the bus stop. A woman stepped out and asked gently, “Are you Bhairavii from St Mary’s School?” Startled, Bhairavii nodded before explaining her situation. The woman offered her phone to call her parents and then insisted on driving her to school herself. Relieved, Bhairavii thanked her before stepping out of the car. “How can I ever repay you?” she asked sincerely.
The woman smiled softly. “You already have,” she replied. “My father was the old man you helped on that rainy day. He noticed your name on your school bag and never forgot the kindness you showed him when everyone else walked away.”
Bhairavii stood speechless for a second. For the first time, she understood that even the smallest act of compassion can return to us in the most unexpected ways.
Maida-free choco cupcakes
Kartik Singh Bedi, AGS Noida, P2
Ingredients
Wheat flour (atta) ½ cup
Sooji (rava/semolina) ¼ cup
Cocoa powder 2 tbsp
Baking powder ½ tsp
Vanilla essence a few drops
Milk (lukewarm) ½ cup
Yoghurt ¼ cup
Jaggery powder ....................................................................¼ cup
Oil 2 tbsp
Recipe
Preheat oven to 180°C for 10 minutes.
In a bowl, mix dry ingredients: Atta, sooji, cocoa powder, and baking powder.
In another bowl, create a smooth wet mixture of curd and jaggery powder.
Add oil, a few drops of vanilla essence and lukewarm milk to the wet mixture.
Combine the dry and wet mixtures and add choco chips or nuts for garnish.
Pour mixture into cupcake mould until it’s quarter full.
Bake at 180°C for 18–20 mins. Serve when it’s ready!
It’s Me
KNOW ME
My name: Mira Sidana
My Class: I A
My school: AIS Pushp Vihar
My birthday: July 4
MY FAVOURITES
Teacher: Maryam ma’am
Subject: Maths
Friend: Aahana and Arzoyi
Game: Hide and seek
Cartoon: Peppa Pig
Food: Pizza
Mall: Select CityWalk
Book: Cinderella
MY DREAMS AND GOALS
Hobby: Playing with playdough and slime
I like: Playing on the swing
I dislike: Doing nothing
My role model: Dr Nitin Verma
I want to become: A doctor
I want to feature in GT because: I want to be famous.
Jokey pokey
Maahir Dhingra
AIS Vasundhara 1, IV A
Q. Why did the student eat his homework?
A. The teacher said it was a piece of cake!
Q. What do you call a bear with no teeth?
A. A gummy bear.
Q. Why was the computer cold?
A. It left its Windows open!
Q. Why did the banana go to the doctor?
A. It wasn’t peeling well!
Q. What did one wall say to the other wall?
A. “I’ll meet you at the corner!”
Q. Why did the pencil go to the principal’s office?
A. Because it was acting sharp!
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