SCHOOL MAGAZINE

Manish Jain, IAS Department of School Education
Govt. of West Bengal
Principal Secretary
Dated: 30th November, 2019

MESSAGE

It is learnt that Kendriya Vidyalaya No,-1, Salt Lake, Kolkata is going to publish its E-Magazine
for the session 2019-20 on its website.

I appreciate the efforts made by team KV-1 under the leadership of Principal. I convey my best
wishes to the members of the school community of Kendriya Vidyalaya No.-1, Salt Lake, and wish
students of Vidyalaya a great future.

Manish Jain

Principal Secretary to the Govt. of West Bengal
School Education Department

To
The Principal
Kendriya Vidyalaya No.1
Salt Lake, EB Block, Laboni, Sector-1
Kolkata -700064

Bikash Bhavan, Sector-1, Salt Lake, Kolkata -700 091
Phone : 23342228, Fax: 23376561, email : [email protected]

के न्द्रीय विद्यालय संगठन

Kendriya Vidyalaya Sangathan
मानि संसाधन विकास मतं ्रालय, भारत सरकार / Min. of HRD, Govt. of India

संभागीय कायाालय, कोलकाता / Regional Office, Kolkata
ई.बी. ब्लॉक, सेक्टर-1, लiबोवन, साल्ट लेक

E.B. Block, Sector-1, Laboni, Salt-Lake
कोलकाता -700 064 / Kolkata -700 064

Ph :(033) 23376998 (DC) /23219490 (ACs)/23596099 (AO/FO) Fax:(033) 23379335

Blessings for Vidyalaya Magazine

It gives me immense pleasure to note that Kendriya Vidyalaya No.1 Salt Lake is
bringing out its thirty-six edition of School Magazine featuring expression of literary
skills and artistic talents of the members of the Vidyalaya family.

School Magazine is the most resourceful medium for expressing students’ feelings,
views and ideas exhibiting their talents and potential. It also reflects the performance
of staff and students in both scholastic and co-scholastic areas and thereby gives an
overall view of the school.

I convey my blessings to the students for their bright future and wish the publication
all success.

Deputy Commissioner
KVS, RO, Kolkata

P.B.S. Usha

Deputy Commissioner, K. V. S. R. O. Kolkata

प्राचार्य का सदं ेश

अन्र् मानव और कवव मंे है बडा कोई ना अन्तर ;
मात्र मुखररत कर सके , मन की व्र्था, अनुभवू त के स्वर।

वेदना असहार् हृदर्ों में उमडती जो वनरन्तर ;
कवव न र्वद कह दे उसे तो व्र्थय वाणी का वमला वर।

के न्द्रीय विद्यालय क्रमांका ०१, सॉल्ट लेक के छात्र-छात्राओंा की रचनात्मक प्रविभा को िराशकर सधु ीजन पाठकों
के समक्ष प्रस्ििु करिे हएु , अपार हर्ष की अनभु वू ि हो रही ह।ै पवत्रका में संाग्रहीि, बच्चों की विवभन्द्न भािवभव्यवियों
को विद्यालय पवत्रका न के िल मिू षरूप प्रदान करने का प्रशसंा नीय प्रयास करिी ह,ै बवल्क उन्द्हें अपने मन के कोमल
मनोभािों को सावहत्य की विवभन्द्न विधाओां यथा- कवििा, कहानी, ससां ्मरण, यात्रा-ितृ ्ाािं आवद के रूप में एक
िचै ाररक मंाच भी प्रदान करिी ह।ै आशा है रचनाओां मंे अपररपक्ििा के बािजदू मौवलकिा एिंा सहजिा वनस्सांदहे
पाठक-िर्ष की सावहवत्यक क्षधु ा को संािपृ ्त करने मंे सक्षम होंर्ी; िस्ििु ः यह अपररपक्ििा ही उनकी मौवलकिा की
पररचायक ह।ै

पवत्रका के छत्ीसिें अकंा के प्रकाशन हिे ु मैं सभी बच्चों, अवभभािकों, विद्यालय प्रबंधा सवमवि के सम्मावनि सदस्यों
के प्रवि विनम्र आभार व्यि करिा ह।ूँ मंै के न्द्रीय विद्यालय सारं ्ठन, कोलकािा संाभार् की उपायिु के अवभभाकत्ि
िथा सांभार् के सभी सहायक आयिु ों के मार्षदशषन के वलए कृ िज्ञिा ज्ञावपि करिा ह।ूँ अिां िः सम्पादक मंाडल के
अहवनशष सत्प्रयासों के वलए उन्द्हंे धन्द्यिाद दिे ा हँू वजनके सहयोर् से यह पनु ीि कायष सम्भि हो सका।

S. KARAN
PRINCIPAL
KENDRIYA VIDYALAYA NO.1, SALT LAKE



































































SENSE AND SENSIBILITY THE TEETH RESULT..........

Is there any solution  Smiling is a universal human
To stop this awful pollution? gesture.
People throw rubbish all around
Making the ground a garbage mount • A smile is easy to see. It is
Smoke from buses and cars possible to recognise a smile on
Blocks out the lovely sky and stars. someone’s face at a distance of 45
meters. But in case if we have to decide
The water of holy rivers pure whether a person is showing fear,
Is not the same, I am very sure surprise or anger, we have to be much
Thousands of fish have lost their lives.
Factories being built at a faster rate closer to that person.
Destroy the greenery in their wake
This leads to less and lesser rains, • It takes only one facial muscle to
Alas the farmers cry in vain ! smile. This is the zygomaticus major
muscle which reaches down from
All because of pollution
But is there a solution cheekbone to the corners of the lips. But
Yes make the world a sight which will please to look sad or angry, we need to use at
Let pollution decreases and green increase .
least two muscles.

• Smile is good for our health.
When we smile, our heart rate slows
down, our blood pressure goes down

and our body begins to relax.

• A smile makes us attractive.

According to Indian dentists, an
attractive smile shows most of the upper
teeth, at least two third of the length and
just the tips of the lower teeth.

Prachi Tiwary - XD

Pragya Tiwary- VI A

PTrhaguys,aaTlwiwaayrsyk-eVepI Asmiling as –a smile is a curve that sets everything straight

SNOW WHITE- RETOLD

Once a girl woke up from her sleep. She asked one of the dwarfs, “Can you
Her sleep wasn’t too deep. tell me where the bedroom is?
Because rest is what I miss!’
But she was surprised to find herself in a
forest. He told her, ‘go upstairs and take a left.”
Sickness was what she felt.
And didn’t know what to do next!
She found that the beds were too small.
She was shocked to see a few dwarfs But she knew she had to take up the call.
around.
She joined all the beds.
Also, she could hear birds’ chirping sound. But without anyone’s aid,
They said, “Miss please come along, this made her further weak
As leaving you here would be wrong.” And she was growing sick.
She lied down on the bed
They said they were going to their home.
Which she had made.
And also told her that there she would find a Soon she was fast asleep
garden to roam. Sound and silent and deep.
But again, her sleep broke.
Quickly they formed a line.
And there was a white stroke.
Everything was going nice and fine. She opened her eyes
And to her surprise
After some time, she could see their home
but as they were moving further, She was in her own house lying on her
own bed.
It was growing smaller and smaller.
Her face was all red.
Finally, they reached there, Her room was filled with sunlight.
This made things look really bright.
But getting into the house was like a dare. But she felt something placed on her

The entrance was so small and little chest.

That getting in was a riddle. It was her favorite book, ‘Snow White’,
the best.
But she somehow managed to get in
Mayurakshi Das - XD
And expected things to be nice and clean.

But everything was topsy-turvy; socks were
in the cups and dishes all filled with dust.

She knew that a good sweeping and
mopping was must.

She felt very tired and wanted some rest,

She thought going to bed would be the best.

Remember, you’re the one who can fill the world with sunshine – Snow White

My Future ME

They want me to be prepared I am a seashell
For the future that is near, covered by sand
But the truth is I am scared I am the sweet bell
Because mine is unclear. ringing in an island
I am the white cloud
Now, I lie here on my bed, lost in the blue
My worries slowly eating me up. I am the sound
So many questions in my head of a lie in truth
I am the sun ray
About how my future will be. messed in noon

Will my dreams come true? I am the salt
Will I find a house to call my own? of a curry too sweet

Will I find someone to turn to, I am your hunt
Or will I be forever alone? For that someone elite

These questions I ponder, Still for you I am
And so many more. someone new......

Yet still, my heart grows fonder Although I am always
To the mystery my future has in IN YOU

store.

Md. Faisal Ansari - XII-B Swarnali Mazumdar XII D

Pragya Tiwary- VI A Pragya Tiwary- VI A

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.— E. E. Cummings

THE TWIST AT THE END

Cradling my four year old daughter in my arms, all I could do was listen as the commotion
outside the house that got louder and louder, interspersed with sounds of violence and horrible
thuds and the unmistakable echo of muscle and sinew resisting the force that was slowly tearing
them apart .It started just three days ago. Something happened, out there in the world, and
before we even got news of what's going on, seemingly half of the world was gone. Police and
military were unable to stop it, providing such a short frame of resistance it's hard to know
whether it was real or just a fluke. There was no centralized target, no way to use our most
powerful weapons, not without incinerating ourselves in the process. They poured forth across
the world, from wherever it was started. I heard banging on the door downstairs, and the
screams of people being slaughtered, unable to mount a proper resistance against such a force.It
even didn't take long before the pounding gave way to splintering and the sound of shattering
wood. They’re in the house. No more than a moment or two passed before the door to the
bedroom started shuddering. The things I piled against it were holding, for the moment , but I
knew, realistically, that they're going to manage to come through. I kept rocking my little girl,
humming a lullaby in her ear to calm her as she cried. The pounding grew in force and volume,
the frame started to crack. I put my little girl on my lap, her back to my chest, and I stroke her
head with both hands, from the top of her scalp, down across her ears, just as I've done ever
since she was a baby. Just the way she loves it .The effect was instantaneous. Her desperate
crying calmed to a series of sobs and hiccups, her small body shuddering against mine in fear.
I kept humming to her, soothing her hair, acting for the entire world as if nothing was out of
place, not a single thing amiss. Agonizingly slowly, in a reverse cadence of the sound of
splintering wood, she calms down. I can feel it when she stops sobbing ,as I kept stroking her
down the sides of her head. A final hiccup with a sob, and she fell quiet, her body relaxed. She
didn't even have time to realize what was happening as I twisted her neck with a violent jerk,
accompanied by a dry snap of a sound. She was dead before she could even slump down into
my lap. The door was giving way, the furniture pushed back. I may be torn limb by limb while
I scream, but at least my baby angel was safe from harm.

Anindita Bala -Xii D

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.― Stephen King

Life She is Fearless

Life is something which we share, Defined by no man, she writes her own
with all near and dear whom we care. glory,
We leave our past endless, blazing through the world, turning
and live with possibilities limitless. history to her story.
Life is a miracle, When they dare to tell her about all the
with all its beauties that we tackle. things she couldn`t be,
But still we all gather, she smiles and tells them,
to share our secrets together. “I’m both war and woman and you
Life gives us the strength of living, cannot stop me”.
we all accept it by believing. Never mistake her silence,
But everyone has to die, for her weakness,
without any tie. cause sometimes the air stills,
No matter how much our life would be long, before a massive tornado hits.
we have to lead it by the ways which are She has bruises on her shoulders,
strong. still she holds her sword stronger.
Yes, she is a survivor...
Ishika Raha- Xii D Fighting in the battlefield like a tiger.
Striving for better place to live,
she is the queen who doesn’t need a
king.
Cause she is the woman filled with fire,
fearless and goes higher and higher…

Vipra Kumari-Xii-B
We must empower women to usher in an era of gender equality in our society!― Avijeet Das

Kudos to Women!!

Oh Women! this globe is incomplete without your gracious presence
But unfortunately sometimes people try to ignore your luminescence.
God has bestowed gigantic inner strength in them
So that smoothly and effortlessly can go on life’s game.
Who can tell whether she will be lucky enough to be in this magnanimous world?
Or somewhere in between maturity she will meet an abrupt crush and thus hurled.
As a daughter she must stay under the strict vigilant eyes of her Father
She is not at liberty to do anything and her movement is restricted rather.
When childhood melts into adolescence making her prettier than ever before
More cautious she must be, for social stigma can anytime make its rowdy roar.
When youth shines her body with exhilaration, exuberance and excellence
Must she get married and respect her husband’s role and his conspicuous
presence.
She teaches her ward without salary and does all household works without
payment
Despite sheer selfless contribution, very few try to understand her sentiment.
Nothing can be at par with mother’s blessings and prayer
She tries her level best to save her child from going astray and haywire.
As a widow she is again under the reins of her son; her last transformation
Poor vision and weak body make situation worse in the last days of life’s session.
No cooking, washing or dusting, even the simple walking distance seems too far
She has sacrificed everything but sweet memories that only keep life’s door ajar.
A disciplined daughter, a loyal wife and a dutiful mother all in one
She possesses all these qualities together under the sun.
Still some coldblooded and ruthless minds doubt them ,‘The Epitome’
And ask what had they done in their entire sojourn from womb to tomb??

Somdatta Pal- Xii ‘D’

Well-behaved women seldom make history.- Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

Life The Happiest Days of Your Life?

Life is beautiful, enjoy it as you like Do you remember the day when you were
Save it from the pollution of your bike happy and delighted from the core of your
Use the energy of the Wind & the Sun heart?
To make your life full of fun Yes, I’m talking about the golden days when
Save the plants from being cut you were with your friends…. True friends.
Otherwise the life of all would be shut Maybe it was the time when you got your first
Make the use of the resources efficiently consciousness or the time when your parents
Otherwise you will be out of this world shortly had brought you the same toy that you
Look at the nature with open eyes desired . Yes, I am talking about those days
Do its care proper & wise which were precious and irreversible. Life was
Enjoy each and every season very smooth at that time.
Do enjoy your life without any reason Do you remember when you truly laughed
So love everyone of this beautiful nature from your heart?
Whether it’s a human or any other creature. Try to reminisce about the first-ever friend you
made on your early school days. The one with
Sujeet Kushwaha XII B whom you laughed aloud without thinking
about facial expressions or the nearby
commenters. Those are the jewels that make
dazzle your sweet old memories.
In my opinion, the school days are the happiest
days of anybody's life.
As time passes by each moment becomes a
memory that enlightens you whenever you feel
forsaken. So try to make memories (the good
one) that will help you to be jovial.

Debashish Paul XII B

Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. —Albert Einstein

“Pen is Mightier than Swords.”

This proverb was first written by novelist and playwright Edward Bulwer Lytton in 1839 in his historical
play-‘CARDINAL RICHELIEU . The proverb suggests that written materials like: books or poetry has
more influence than hatred, fighting or rivalries.
In the struggle of ‘survival of the fittest’ our ancestors were armed with muscle power brute force and
weapons. As they settled down, realization dawned upon them that wars and weapons could kill men, make
them relinquish but could never bring about a change of heart.
Ideas have a greater impingements than violence. Force is incapable of changing the ideas and beliefs of the
people. People are often ready to cough up their lives for protesting their beliefs. When people are rather
influenced by new ideas , changes occur in society and such intellections are propagaled by writing.
The pen represents positive and constructive efforts whereas the sword stands for stands for destruction. A
pen is a much more flexible option as opposed to the stubborn sword. History and literature has stood up
against tyranny and injustice. With pens we can plead for progress and reforms. A sword on the other hand
ends in taking a life . it goes only in one direction that is defeat or loss.
In India we can see how writers and the language helped in waging the freedom struggle , how news papers
had brought the people together and given them voice. Writers fought against ; sati pratha , child abuse ,
girl child willing , education barriers for girls, child marriage and other social issues. And were able to stir
the whole world ,with the power of their writing.
Although we cannot deny the praise worthy efforts of wars and swords , it is the clutch of pen that has
through the ages shaped the human history literally .

Suryasish Basu – X A
When you know better you do better.—Maya Angelou

SHE TOO

She could be your sister

She could be your love

She could be your daughter

Or maybe none of the above.

She could be treated with harsh cruelty

She could be facing the harsh reality

She could be experiencing a man's dark personality

She could be forced to such a brutality

These men are doing it in such seriality.

This ain't the ACT OF MORALITY

She could be someone's mother

She could be someone's wife

Someone's bestie

Someone's whole life.

She could be a child

She could be old

And now all her privacy is sold

Whenever she tries to get bold

JUST SHUT UP is all she is told.

It could be you, it could be them

We all are treating them the same

We open the news, we show our sympathy

The next day, it becomes a past reality.

Guys, this act has hurt her personality

The problem is that this is our age-old backward mentality.

She could be an acquaintance

Who could be facing the same consequence

She could be a fiancée for somebody

She could be a widow with a baby
She could be your neighbour’s lady

She could be the girl whom you bought that teddy.

It is so bad, it is so dark

Are these people mad, that's a huge question mark

They are harassing someone for their own pleasure

We people are sitting here and not taking any measure. Arnov Paul - XI A
We people are blind, we people are deaf

That girl is bruised, blood has painted her red

She wants to be nowhere around She wants to get buried under the ground.

You can't imagine the pain she has felt

She got ill - treated by somebody

And now hopes that she was DEAD...

Being a woman is a terribly difficult trade since it consists principally of dealings with men.― Joseph Conrad

FREEDOM STRUGGLE –A RETROSPECT

As a student of History, I had always been inspired by Netaji Coming back home and taking a look at the First
War of Independence of 1857 and the reasons
Subhash Chandra Bose and his philosophy. why it went unsuccessful, we get to learn that
“No real change in History has been brought out by lack of public participation failed all individual
discussions”. - S.C. Bose attempts. It is indeed true that feeling of oneness
I also used to agree with eminent historians like R.C. Mazumdar not only binds people but also motivates them.
who questioned the broad effect of Gandhi’s Satyagrahas and At that time there was no such feeling of
Nationalism. It all started as individual resistance
wrote that the Indian Freedom was a cumulative effect of many not a planned fight for the freedom of a country.
They fought for their local causes in their
different factors like International scenario in the aftermath of particular areas and the leaders of the movement
World War II, Britain being exhausted by the War and the result failed to string these agitations together. In such
a state, the British government easily crushed the
of violent actions of Netaji and the INA. As a student with all revolutionaries.
the adrenal fluid gushing, Gandhi’s ideology was always hard So what brought in change in the scenario after
90 years?
for me to understand. But it did make an impact on me “In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”
opined Mahatma Gandhi.
gradually, especially when I compared the Indian Freedom The return of Gandhi in 1915 and after that his
Movement to other important Revolutions of the last few dedicated thirty years in raising the feeling of
oneness among the masses, brought in a
centuries. miraculous change. He devised many unique
methods be it Satyagrah or Non-Cooperation or
The first thing I learnt was that Revolutions are not random acts Civil Disobedience which indeed brought the
of violence. It’s a very one- dimensional view of revolutions masses together. Earlier people belonged to
and movements. When we remember the French Revolution, different religions, creeds and races, but when
they went out on streets marching for one cause
the Bastille Day (14 July 1789) comes to our mind, when – they belonged to only one religion – Indian.
Through his unique methods and endless efforts,
hundreds of conquerors stormed the Bastille. Then we ponder Gandhi achieved, what no ruler in Indian
History, be it Ancient Medieval or Modern times,
over the reasons and come over the corrupt monarchy, the even was able to achieve. He threaded the whole
nation into one part. How important this was in
more corrupt church and the failing social and economical bringing the nation its freedom, might be a topic
order. But we often ignore the fact, that causes alone cannot of research for its depth but this was certainly
very important in keeping the nation together
ignite public agitation. Public opinion is always fragmented. after the Independence.

There needs to be a link, a motivation, an inspiration to fight for Prince - JSA

a common cause, to get out of our homes, to leave our comforts;
to know that there always is a reason behind what is being done

which would certainly raise the standard of our life and putting

our country in a better situation. To make all this come true,

there has to be a leader. Leader does not necessarily mean a

person. It can be an idea, a book, a human rights pamphlet or a
promise.

When reading about the French Revolution, one has to take into
account the role of philosophers—Voltaire, Rousseau,

Montesquieu etc.
Rousseau’s “Man is born free and everywhere is in
chains.” best sums up the tragedy of entire human race.

Rousseau proposed the idea of a social Contract between the

people and their representatives. While Montesquieu proposed

the idea of division of power between different bodies of the
state. Their ideas inspired the common masses to fight against

the state and the system. Even Napoleon Bonaparte had to
admit that “Had there been no Rousseau, there would have been
no Revolution in France.” Similarly, in the Russian Revolution,

we have to take into account the contributions of Tolstoy,
Dostoevsky and so on.

Bombs and pistols do not make revolution. The sword of revolution is sharpened on the whetting-stone of ideas. — Bhagat Singh

Geographical Facts

1. Africa is the only continent that covers all four hemispheres.
2. The Vatican City is the smallest country in the world.
3. China shares its border with 14 countries.
4. At the closest point, the distance between USA and Russia is only 3.8 kms.
5. Every continent has a city called Rome, except Antarctica.
6. The smallest island with country status is Pitcairn.
7. About 90 % of the world’s population lives in the Northern Hemisphere.
8. Istanbul is the only city located over two continents.
9. The Sargasso Sea is the only sea with no coast.
10.Australia is wider than the moon.
11.Continents shift at about the same rate as your fingernails grow.
12..Mount Everest, the world’s tallest mountain, can fit inside the Marianas Trench, the

deepest part of the ocean.
13.There is not a single river in Saudi Arabia.
14.The shortest place name in the world is Å.
15.Russia is so large that it spreads over 11 different time zones. When one side of Russia

has a morning breakfast at 7 am; the other side enjoys evening snacks at 6 pm.
16.The Chamarel plain in Mauritius has a small area of sand dunes made up of sand in

seven distinct colors.
17.Reel foot Lake in Tennessee was created due to the impact of three earthquakes, which

occurred in 1811 and 1812, measured around 8 on the Richter Scale.

Annesa Rudra XII D

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.― St. Augustine

The Martyr’s Words

I was born in white,

But died moulded in colour tri
Was small my life,

But not my responsibilities
I’ve been through a lot,

Seen a lot, saw the end coming real soon.
A day, clear sky to open wings

Soon turned to smoke and changed it all
Ma, you told me about monsters once

I saw them coming today.
We rushed, we covered, we shot
They’re pathetic, immune to love.

We fought till our last breath.
We let them see our potential
And strength through the smoke.

But it cannot be winning
Can winning come with such loses?
Now they’re gone and I sleep on the grounds.

I sleep to never wake up.
All I could see was smile amidst tears

I fought,ma,till i could bear
We won; I hope this stops Ma.
This war of revenge; death and fire.

All exhausted and broken
I stood at the border of my life
But I can rest now, lay here and pray.
May my country long live and prosper this way.

Mayuri Mukherjee – XII A

It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr. —Napoleon Bonaparte

Immortality in Death

Varun stared at the empty, dilapidated, huge Shaking his head to clear all his jumbled
palace and felt a shiver go down his spine. thoughts ,he entered the room closing the
Somewhere in the distance a fox howled . Was door behind him. He turned on his flashlight
Varun the daredevil having second thoughts about and looked around. He had to admit that
this? As hard as it was for him to admit, but yes he the entrance hall was very large. In the light
finally agreed that he was having second thoughts. of his torch he could make out a set of stairs.
He almost decided to go back. Almost...but his He crossed the room and started climbing
stupid sense of pride wouldn’t allow it. He wrapped the stairs. The stairs creaked under his
the scarf tighter around his neck and went to open weight. He suspected that the wood was
the front door. SCREEEEEEECCCHHHH. The rotten. As he was making his way up the
door opened without any resistance making a stairs he heard the echoing of his own
screeching noise on its rusted hinges. Varun looked creaks. But he didn’t know why, he felt as
inside. The ground floor was filled with dust and if something was wrong with the sound. So
there were cobwebs everywhere. He stepped he abruptly stopped. That’s when he knew
inside. There were a few foxes who ran away on what was wrong. As soon as he had stopped
seeing him. He sighed. If he didn’t get taken away walking the sounds had stopped. But the
by ghosts the foxes might do the honour. He sound didn’t stop when he stopped. It
moaned and thought about why he was there at stopped just a second later. It was almost
the first place and not fast asleep on his cosy bed. like somebody else was matching his steps
Yesterday when he and four of his friends had and was following him. To be sure he
gone to another friend, Ramesh’s house they had climbed a few steps. Sure enough, the
started talking about ghosts, and the conversation sound could be heard. He whirled around.
had turned to this palace, the Vallar palace in the Nobody was there. He got goosebumps
outskirts of his village Vallarnagar. All of them now. He quickly climbed the stairs left but
claimed to have seen a ghost there and they also this time he couldn’t hear the sound much
said that whoever had entered had never returned. to his relief. Once he reached the first floor,
Varun didn’t believe them and challenged them he looked around. No. Nobody was there.
that he would go there and stay throughout the He dismissed the, sound as his own
night in that castle and come back alive. Of course imagination. Maybe the whole spooky
people tried to stop him, but he was adamant. As a atmosphere was making him imagine
result he tightly wrapped himself in a scarf and things. He started walking towards the set
sweater to protect him from the cold and carried a of rooms that he had noticed earlier.
duffle bag to carry all the necessary things required
to stay in a haunted house Contd…..

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.― E. E. Cummings