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Story Writing  A Valourous Endeavour/ Valour has nothing to do with Age! It was quarter past twelve, when I went to the kitchen to get some water. To my surprise, the refrigerator was already open; “who had opened the door?” I asked myself. “It must be a ghost!” my twelve year old mind said. Rebuffing the thought, I shut the door of the refrigerator and started moving towards my room. In the hushed ambience of the night; my ears caught a tinkling sound. Scared and startled, I followed the sound and reached our storeroom; to my utter surprise, light was already on; however, no one was there. Then, the creak of our entrance door attracted my attention. I found the door open, but no one there. It was air that moved the door. I thought to awake my elder brother; but the moment I reached stairs, I was petrified to hear the clamour coming from my brother’s room. “It must be a robber,” I thought. I ran towards the landline; however I couldn’t contact anyone as the wire was al...

The Midnight Visitor by Robert Arthur The story is about an intriguing insight into the life of a spy who with his wit & smartness, overcomes dangers   & gets rid of his rival spy. Setting : France (In a hotel) Climate : Winters Country : France Time : Midnight Characters :   Ausable , Fowler, Max Ausable A fat and sloppy man, Quick witted, agile, tricky, persuasive & creative . Max Slender, little less than tall, crafty, countenance like a fox, credulous. Fowler Young, romantic writer. . Theme - Appearances are deceptive. - Wisdom is more powerful than any weapon. - He, who laughs at last, laughs the longest. Story Diagram Character Analysis Endeavour by Sukhpreet Singh   Characters Characters Characters

Application for leave for Family Trip The Principal ABC School Ambala 11 April 2020 Leave a line here Respected/Esteemed Sir/Madam (Subject: Application for leave for a week) Leave a line here With due respect, I inform your esteemed/good self that I am Arun , a student of class VI A. My family has planned a trip for a week i.e. from 12 th of April to 18 th of April 2020. I’ve already submitted all my assignments and I promise that I’ll complete all the assignments given in my absence, when I come back. I request you to grant me leave for a week i.e. till 17 th  April 2020. Leave a line here Yours sincerely (your name) Class with Section Roll No.

Application for leave for marriage of brother/sister/cousin The Principal ABC School Ambala 11 April 2020 Leave a line here Respected/Esteemed Sir/Madam (Subject: Application for leave for a week) Leave a line here With due respect, I inform your esteemed/good self that I am Arun , a student of class VI A. My brother/sister’s marriage is scheduled on 16 th of April 2020 and the functions start from 11 th of April 2020. I request you to grant me leave for a week i.e. till 17 th April 2020. Leave a line here Yours sincerely (your name) Class with Section Roll No.

Sick Leave Application The Principal ABC School Ambala 11 April 2020 Leave a line here Respected/Esteemed Sir/Madam (Subject: Application for sick leave) Leave a line here With due respect, I inform your esteemed/good self that I am Arun of class VI. I am suffering from fever/stomach ache/cold/flu/conjunctivitis/headache/allergy, so I can’t attend school today i.e. on 11 th of April 2020. Considering my sickness, I request you to grant me leave for one day. Leave a line here Yours sincerely (your name) Class with Section Roll No.

Would ever these eyes be dry? An incessant rill flows through empty eyes, stops it not, many see, but nobody tries. Accuse I not anyone for its flow; storms in the mind strongly blow, making me feel more and more low. Rill blurs my vision to happy times, all I hear are melancholic chimes. Ringed I feel to despondent fetter; looking back I see us scatter, it’s where I begin to shatter, I begin to shatter. Looking forward, I see a long long road, solitary, forlorn and full of haze load. Befuddled I stand and stare, rill stops not but do I or anyone care? The shoulder I miss is not here, is no where. The mirror complains of my desolation, I hide but fail in front of its resolution. Blabbers it to me with a loud a very loud cry, asks it always Would ever these eyes be dry? Would ever these eyes be dry? Composed by Sukhpreet Singh

My Heart Deserted it was Pitch Dark it was Forlorn it was Until your first knock At the door of my heart. Hapless it was Barren it was Empty it was Until your first knock At the door of my heart. Vacuous it was Closelipped it was Introvert it was Until your first knock At the door of my heart. Euphoric it is Blessed it is Darling it is After your first knock At the door of my heart. Insistent it is Persistent it is unremitting it is After your first knock At the door of my heart Grateful it is Redemptive it is Revived it is After your first knock At the door of my heart