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Harshitaa Ashish
Amrita Vidyalayam, Kannur, Kerala

1st September

“New school year, class, and books but, same people, school and loneliness!” thought Koninah to herself, as she was on her way to school in her dad’s car leaning against the window. 

The drive from the village to school in the city was a long one. Koninah’s family belonged to the Masai tribe, and she is the first person to study in the town, and her parents believed that she could help develop their living for the future. But little did they know about her situation in school.

Koninah studied in an international school. Other students lived in the city, and their lifestyle was very different from her lifestyle. Hence, she remained isolated from her other classmates, fearing they might judge her bald head, height, and status. Anyone would always see her sticking at the edge of the classroom, all quiet and bored.

“High school would be fun!” said another student as Koninah entered the class. The first site into the classroom was few new students talking to the teacher, and then she saw the PGGs’ talking to each other, which were six girls who were popular from their class to the school. Koninah also noticed that among the new students, there was only a single girl. Seeing that, inside her, she thought, “If only the new girl became my friend, my life would change from the lonely and boring school life I lived till now.” But she was hesitated to talk first.

In the first period, every student introduced themselves to the new teacher. The new girl’s name was Jayne. On the same day, in their math class, they had a test about the basics, but Koninah hated the subject as she wasn’t good at it. 

7th September

At noon, it was Physical Education (P.E.) period, and it was Koninah’s favourite class. She had the advantage of being good in sports, mainly because she belonged to the Masai tribe. Masais had extreme physical fitness because of all the activities they did in their village. In P.E, everyone was made to do a cross country around the school for warm-up. Koninah was, as usual, very fast, and in front of everyone. All of a sudden, she got a muscle pull and was stuck. Jayne was behind her, and when she passed Koninah, she teased, “Why did you sprint in the beginning? You should run slow at first and then speed up at the end.” Koninah boasted, “I am good at sports, but today I was unfortunate.” Jayne smiled and helped her get up and asked, “Should I wait for you?” but Koninah said, “I am fine; you should go finish the run.” But Jayne disagreed and stayed with Koninah. While they were strolling, Koninah wondered, “Why does she want to help me? Is she trying to make fun of me because I failed in my sports ability? Or does she want to say something weird about me to the PGG girls?” 

Two days back, Jayne was hanging out with the PGG girls, and while they were talking, she asked them why they didn’t take Koninah with them. They started criticizing Koninah saying that, she was from the Masai tribe, ate a lot of raw cow meat, drank natural blood, and lived in small huts. But Jayne didn’t feel anything wrong about it and knew it was part of their ritual and tradition. 

So, while they were walking, Jayne asked Koninah, “Do Masais drink blood?” Koninah was confused and surprised. She guessed, “Did the PGGs say that to you?” Jayne said, “Yeah! And what does PGG mean?”. “PGG means popular girl group, and there is one for every class”, Koninah explained. “The system of drinking raw blood is followed by those living the savannah, and most Masais don’t do that. I have never done that.” Jayne introduced herself, saying that she was from Sri Lanka. 

As they continued, they reached back to the ground, and warm-up run was over.

14th September

The math teacher announced that “The math test paper has been corrected in the first period, but everyone forgot to write their names on their paper.” Therefore, everyone had to find their paper. Koninah knew that she didn’t do well on the test. So when she saw an article with a horrible handwriting but with a good score, she decided to take that paper. Jayne was late at the same time when she reached; there was only one paper with perfect handwriting but a bad score. 

At recess, Koninah was standing alone next to a pole outside the classroom, watching the other people playing and having fun, and she didn’t have anyone to talk to. “Koninah!” Jayne surprised her from the back, and Koninah freaked out. Koninah felt guilty about taking Jayne’s paper, so she didn’t say anything to her. But Jayne already knew that Koninah took her paper, so she said, “Your handwriting is quite nice, but it seems like you don’t have any knowledge about the math. I could help you.” Koninah was hesitant, but deep inside her, she felt that it was her chance. She said yes, and Jayne helped Koninah with the subject every free time they had, and they eventually started talking a lot and became very close friends.

They would be together in the classroom, canteen and almost everywhere. One day during a study field trip, another boy from their class called Patrick was walking beside them. He asked, “Why do I find you two together all the time everywhere?” “Do you have a problem with it?” asked Koninah in a bossing tone. He said, “No, I was just asking, and good for you that you finally found a friend!” 

Koninah then told Jayne her secret that she had a crush on Patrick, and she has never said that to anyone in her life. Jayne chuckled, “I am honored to be the first person to know your strange secret.” It was funny how Jayne got excited for Koninah. During class tests, when students had to correct their paper, instead of the teacher mutually, Koninah and Jayne would correct their answers and give each other a good score. Jayne would bring a Sri Lankan dish, and they would share, laugh, and joke while eating.

Koninah also invited Jayne to her home one day during the weekend; it was very far from the school. And Koninah’s family showed Jayne their farm, animals, narrated stories about their tribe. Koninah also took Jayne to a shelter where they met many little orphans and helped them with food.

21st September

It was the day of the monthly sports event. And every class had to go for a cross country run. Koninah was excited because it was her showtime, and she was also one of the best students in sports in the school. On the other side, Jayne was very nervous. The cross-country run was at noon, so in the morning, the two girls were chilling on the ground watching other sports. Koninah appreciated, “Jayne, do you know that you are my first closest friend? All this time, I thought I was very different and people from the tribe cannot be friends with other people from the city.” Jayne grinned and explained Koninah, “Friendship is not about: who you are? Where you come from? How do you look? It is all about understanding, being there, supporting, and, most importantly, trusting each other during any situation. Friends care and also accept each other the way they are. When I found out that you’re a Masai, I was honestly very excited to have a unique friend for the first time that I will remember forever. And I didn’t find you odd at all.” 

Hearing all these words that Koninah never heard from someone and never thought about herself gave her a strange feeling she never experienced before. It was the feeling of friendship, which she never experienced till that day. All Koninah did was smile. When the cross country began, Koninah could feel her heartbeat fast and be very happy. While they were running, Jayne got tired and told Koninah to continue. Koninah didn’t forget the first time they met and talked when Jayne helped her. Hence, Koninah held Jayne’s hand tightly and pulled her all the way while running. They were at the front, and when they reached the end, Jayne let off Koninah’s hand & let her finish first. Koninah won first for the cross-country run. 

30th September

Early in the morning, Koninah was dropped at the school by her dad. It was the end of the month, and she thought it would be perfect if she gave a gift to her best friend Jayne for making the first month of high school a crazy one. When she entered the class, she saw Jayne distributing sweets to everyone. Koninah gave her the gift; it was a novel. Jayne immediately pulled her outside and explained, “Today is my last day in this school. Don’t freak out!” Koninah was confused and thought she misheard. Jayne again explained that “My family came here because of my father’s work, and we didn’t have plans to go back, but unfortunately we have to, for a reason.” Koninah felt numb and was utterly bewildered. But she didn’t want to disappoint or show her emotions to Jayne, so she was cool about it and sighed, “Then let’s have a perfect time today!” Jayne was shocked and relieved that Koninah wasn’t staggered. 

The day was completely normal; they had all their classes and had a lot of homework. At lunch, they talked and laughed about silly things. They chilled at the school ground, and both of them wrote notes for each other so that they could remember each other forever. They had so much fun at art and P.E class in the evening. 

At 3:15 pm, the last bell rang

It was time to leave. Jayne parents were waiting for her in the car, and so was Koninah’s dad. Both of them were sad from the inside, but they couldn’t stop smiling at each other. They hugged each other so tight like they never did before. Within ten seconds of their hug, Koninah had a complete flashback of all the memories she had with Jayne in just 30 days and was very grateful for it. Jayne was excited but also had vague thoughts about what she would experience back in Sri Lanka. Jayne gazed at Koninah’s eyes and said, “Let’s meet each other again one day, when we are all grown up and have jobs!” Koninah gave a fond look and said, “Take care!” 

Both of them left school. Koninah realized that she had experienced something not just very new to her but also realized that; the right people you meet in your life will always make you feel happy and accept you the way you are. It is essential first to interact to know the kind of person they are. Being different is being unique.

Jayne spent only 30 days in Koninah’s life, but it created a significant impact. She made Koninah know the importance of being yourself and loving yourself the way you are, and it can give you great memories. 

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The Abandoned Soul

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Short Stories – Kumbh Series

Garvit Agarwal
Lucknow

Writer attended a Creative Writing Course by Takhte Writers and Publishers

The sun hung low over the Kumbh Mela, casting a warm golden hue across the throngs of devotees gathered along the banks of the sacred Ganges. The air buzzed with chants, laughter, and the rustling of colourful saris flapping in the wind. Pulkit and Ragini moved through the crowd, their hands intertwined but their expressions distant.

 “Look at them, Ragini,” Pulkit said, forcing a smile as he gestured toward a group of children splashing in the water. “So carefree.”

“Carefree,” she echoed, her voice tinged with bitterness. “Must be nice.” Her gaze drifted to their son, Akash, who stood a few paces behind them, his eyes wide as he took in the chaos around him. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, a habit that had grown more pronounced in recent months.

“Let’s just find a spot,” Pulkit replied, his tone clipped. “We can’t stay here all day.”

As they settled near the ghat, the chanting grew louder, drowning out the silence that had settled between them. They exchanged a glance, a shared understanding of the growing weight of their decision.

“Pulkit,” Ragini began, her voice shaking slightly. “Are we really—”

“We have to,” he interrupted, the determination in his eyes hardening. “It’s for the best.”

Hours passed, the sun dipping lower, casting long shadows on the ground. Ragini watched as Pulkit knelt beside Akash, who was now fixated on a butterfly fluttering nearby. “Hey, buddy,” Pulkit said, his voice softer than before. “Want to chase that?”

Akash didn’t respond, lost in his world. Ragini felt a pang in her heart but quickly pushed it away. They were here for a reason, after all.

 “We should go,” Pulkit said, rising to his feet. “It’s time.”

“Pulkit, I—”

“Ragini, we’ve talked about this.” He took a deep breath, his brow furrowed. “We can’t keep pretending everything is fine.”

With a heavy heart, they turned their backs on their son, leaving him by the ghat. “I’ll be right back, Akash,” Pulkit called over his shoulder, though he didn’t look back.

As they walked away, Ragini felt the weight of their decision settle in her chest like a stone. The laughter and chanting faded into a dull thrum, replaced by the sound of her heartbeat.

Later, as they listened to the preachings of a saint, a shift occurred. The saint’s voice boomed through the crowd, reverberating deep within Ragini. “Love is the greatest sacrifice,” he proclaimed. “To abandon those we love is to abandon our very souls.”

Pulkit stiffened beside her. “Did you hear that?”

“Yes!” she whispered, her heart racing. “We need to go back.”

They rushed back to the ghat, but the crowd had thickened, and panic set in as their eyes searched frantically. “Akash!” Ragini called, her voice rising above the chaos. “Where are you?”

 “Stay calm,” Pulkit urged, though his voice trembled. “He can’t have gone far.”

Hours turned into days, and the relentless search for their son felt like a nightmare from which they could not wake. Each day, they returned to the ghat, calling his name until their voices were hoarse.

“Why did we leave him?” Ragini sobbed one evening, her tears mixing with the river’s water as she knelt by the bank. “What have we done?”

Pulkit sank to the ground beside her, his own eyes brimming with regret. “I thought I was doing the right thing,” he murmured, his voice breaking.

“Where is he?” She cried, her heart shattered. “What if—what if he’s alone and scared?”

They were lost in their remorse, the vibrant colours of the Mela fading into a blur of sorrow. The river flowed steadily beside them, indifferent to their pain, as they clung to the hope that somehow, some way, they would find their son again.

Photo Courtesy – Mr Rajesh Balouria by Pixabay

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Triumph of Connection

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Rutbik Gupta
Bilaspur, Chattisgarh

Writer attended a Creative Writing Course by Takhte Writers and Publishers

The Kumbh Mela pulsed with life, colours swirling like a painter’s palette. Krish and Shreya squeezed through the throngs of pilgrims, their parents trailing behind, eyes wide with wonder. The air buzzed with chants, the scent of incense thick around them.

               “Look at all those people!” Shreya shouted, her voice barely rising above the chaos. “I feel like we are in a river of heads!”

               “Just stay close,” Krish replied, his grip tightening around her hand. “We can’t lose each other here.”

               Suddenly, a small voice broke through the din. “Mama! Papa!” A boy, no older than six, stood alone, tears streaking his dusty cheeks. Krish’s heart sank.

               “Shreya, we have to help him,” he said, kneeling to the boy’s level. “What’s your name?”

               “Teerth,” he sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “I can’t find my parents!”

               “Don’t worry, Teerth. We’ll help you,” Shreya promised, her voice softening. “Where did you last see them?”

               “By the river… I was looking at the fish,” Teerth whimpered, glancing around, panic rising. “They were right there!”

               “Okay, follow us,” Krish said, standing tall, determination setting in. “We’ll find them.”

               They moved through the crowd, the rhythm of drums and chants echoing around them. Krish scanned each face, searching for a hint of recognition. Shreya whispered encouragement to Teerth, who clung to her hand.

               “Look!” Shreya pointed, spotting a frantic couple searching through the crowd. “Teerth, is that them?”

               Teerth’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Mama! Papa!” He bolted towards them, the sound of his small feet hitting against the ground.

               Krish and Shreya exchanged relieved glances, hearts racing. The couple raised Teerth into their arms, tears streaming down their faces.

               “Thank you! Thank you!” the mother cried, her voice breaking.

“Thank you so much, children. You’ve been our saviour”, said the father, with teary-eyed.

               “No problem,” Krish said, a smile breaking through the tension. “Just doing what’s right.”

               As the family embraced, Krish and Shreya shared a knowing glance. The chaos of Kumbh Mela swirled around them, but at that moment, they felt the triumph of connection.

Photo Courtesy – Mr Rajesh Balouria by Pixabay

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Fury of Tomato

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Advika Bhatnagar
Shikshantar School, Gurugram
Grade 3

Alice, a nine-year-old boy, lived in the countryside of Tinseltown with his Granny. He was a stubborn and edgy child. He liked to eat whatever he wanted and didn’t care much about Granny’s words. This made the old lady very sad.

“Granny, Granny, hunger pangs! I want pizza and chocolate ice cream for dinner,” said Alice

“Wait, child, I’m making delicious chicken soup, healthy multigrain bread, and a fresh salad,” answered Granny.

Alice got angry when he saw salad on the dining table. He yelled, “Again, cucumber, bell pepper, carrot, and tomato. Is that what I will eat? “No, no, no, never, not at all. No dinner tonight.” Granny got worried and left the house to get his favourite food.

Alice was all alone. In anger, he picked up the tomato and threw it at the wall. The red pulp of the tomato almost covered the mid-wall. He was shocked to see the pulp turning into a monster.

“Ha, Ha, Ha, you stubborn boy. Every day I see you trouble your Granny for food. When you hit me against the wall today, I felt hurt. I will teach you a lesson. I am the new king of vegetables. I rule the meals,” said the tomato monster. And then the monster followed him everywhere in the room.

Alice was so scared that he was running in different directions. Sitting under the table, he quietly prayed, “Oh God, please save me from this deadly monster.”

Alice rushed to his Granny’s room, wears her hat and robe. He picks up the embroidered, favourite napkin of the Granny and moves slowly towards the wall. He wipes the tomato pulp, and the monster disappears right away.

Alice gets the lesson of his life to value all food. He vows to take care of Granny, as her belongings protect him. When she was back, he hugged her and said, “I love you so much. I will eat whatever you cook for me.”

The writer attended Takhte Writers & Publishers’ Story Writing Writeshop at Kalasthali, Gurugram.


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