The sweet shop

Ayati Jauhari
AIS VKC Lko, XII A

“God how can you do this again?” Rahul stood in the corner as his mother scolded him. Forgetting to buy the sweets this Diwali once again was like showing up at a birthday party with no gift. “I’m sorry. But what do I do now? I bet all sweets are sold out by now,” Rahul muttered. “And that’s why you should have gotten it this morning like I’d told you. Just go and take another look,” replied his mother, ushering him out of the door.
For a moment, he just sat on the nearby bench, silently weighing his options. It would be unlikely for any nearby sweet shop to have anything left considering the festive fervour, which consisted of exchanging kgs upon kgs of mithai. Yet there remained one last hope. The sketchy sweet shop at the end of the street. The shop, with all the paint chipping off its wall and a neon sign that no longer lit up, always seemed rather off-putting. But he had no choice now.
Stepping inside, he was met by various sickly-sweet smells. “Are you here for sweets?” an old man asked, peering at him over his thick glasses. Rahul hesitated, “Y-yeah, a box of whatever is left, please.” That earned him a scoff from the old man, “There’s nothing left, boy. It’s Diwali night for goodness’ sake.” Thinking about it, what exactly did he expect? Around this time of the year even the most neglected of sweets came to be appreciated.
“Desperate for sweets? Got someone to impress?” The man broke the silence, snapping Rahul out of his reverie. Rahul spoke helplessly, “No, just doing it for my mother.”
The old man’s gaze softened, “All you kids are the same; always thinking there’s more time left.” he trailed off. Perhaps it was how Rahul’s shoulders slumped or how he ran his hand through his hair before turning to leave that appeared pitiful to the old man. Suddenly, he called, “Wait,” with a warmth in his voice, “I was putting some kaju katli away for my family but I think I can spare some for you. After all festivities are all about sharing and caring.” This simple act of kindness gave Rahul a new perspective on festivities; it isn’t just about celebration, but love and empathy too.

It's Me!

Know Me
☺ My name:
Barkat Khurana
�� My class:
UKG A
��  My school:
AIS Mohali
�� My birthday
 May 6

MY FAVOURITES
����‍�� Teacher: Gurkiran ma’am
��Subject: Art and craft
�� Friend: Anantbir Singh
�� Game: Catch the thief
��‍♂Cartoon: Paw Patrol
�� Food: Maggi
�� Mall: CP67 Mall

MY DREAMS
AND GOALS
Hobby
Drawing and painting I like
Colouring��
I dislike
Lemons ��
My role model
My mumma ����
I want to become
A firefighter ����‍��
I want to feature in GT because:
I have many ideas and am always ready to learn new things. ��