AMITY-UNESCO RESULT
Answer: (Jarawa in Andaman, Lepcha in Sikkim,Jaunsari in Uttarakhand, Kondh in Orissa,
Bodo in Assam, Khasi in Meghalaya, Gond in Madhya Pradesh, Gaddi in Himachal Pradesh,
Rabari in Gujarat, Bhil in Rajasthan)
The morning was chilly, with a hint of fog clinging to the air. I parked my bike in front of a menacing building, its presence amplified by an ancient banyan tree looming nearby. The structure behind the tree seemed to stare at me, as if beckoning me to explore its depths. Intrigued by its mysterious aura, I resolved to venture inside. The interior of the building was in ruins. The scent of mold and decay hung heavy in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. Despite my unease, curiosity drove me deeper into its labyrinthine corridors. Each step echoed loudly in the darkness, illuminated only by the beam of my flashlight. Suddenly, the chime of a distant clock pierced the silence, wrapping the eerie atmosphere with a sinister streak.
While ascending the staircase, a stair creaked and an almost invisible small door caught my attention. As I stepped inside, a chill washed over me, as if the room itself resisted my presence. Ancient books lined the walls and a cluttered desk dominated the centre. Ignoring the sense of foreboding, I moved further in. A gust of wind slammed the door shut behind me, leaving only the sound of my breathing and the creaking floorboards shifting beneath my feet. My gaze fell upon a cracked mirror and a deep sense of unease settled over me. It was then that I realised I was in the presence of something ominously overwhelming beyond my understanding. Backing away, I felt an inexplicable pull, as if the very walls sought to engulf me. The air grew thick with despair, suffocating any hope or sense of escape. The silence became deafening; the void around me seemingly consuming all. My body collapsed to the ground as the unseen force released its grip. I scrambled towards the exit, only to collide with a transparent barrier blocking my path. Through the haze, I saw a figure skipping towards the building. I tried to scream a warning, but my voice failed me. Her shadowy form resembled an old legend I once heard of a girl who had perished within these walls centuries ago, her spirit forever trapped within. As she approached the entrance, I saw a striking resemblance to my younger self. Dread filled my heart as I realised the truth - it was me.
The price of sorrow
Prisha Dubey, AIS Saket, Alumna
Oh, my dear sweet child! Don’t you cry
For each tear is sapphire glistening bright
Your angry outbursts, flaming red rubies
And envy is the emerald with green light
Yet alas! You being completely oblivious
To how invaluable these gems really are
You keep discarding them so carelessly
For the wrong person or at wrong hour
Know not to spew them out too often
On sealed windows and closed doors
Their worth reduced to mere pebbles
Thrown on those undeserving shores
Emotions the most precious treasures
Which have been bestowed upon
So spend your gems wisely, my dear
On priceless moments and move on.