The Stationery

By: Anaika Chakraborty (Grade 1)


Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Olivia. Olivia had three sisters, Reyana,

Stephanie, and Indiana. Olivia was 14, Stephanie was 12, Reyana was 9 and Indiana was

7. They lived in a city named Heartville in the northeast of United States of America.

Reyana and Stephanie were greedy sisters, but Olivia and Indiana were grateful children.

They all loved stationery. Their mother and father were named Andrea and Michael.

Andrea was a baker and Michael was a shoemaker. They told Reyana and Stephanie that

they should be grateful for what they have too. But Stepanie and Reyana still were greedy.

One night when Olivia was going to bed she saw out of her covers, her stationery was

wriggling out the window! Olivia snatched the stationery. She begged her stationery not to

leave but by then her mom came and Olivia had to sleep. She hugged her stationery and

slept. The next day, Olivia woke up late. When she looked in her hands, there was no

stationery. All there was, was a note from Indiana and some candies. The note said,


“Dear Olivi

I’m sorry that Stephainie and Reyana stole your stationery. I gave you these candies so

that you cheer up. How I knew they stole it, I wore black pjs so that I could sneak up on

Stephanie and Reyana.





When Olivia saw the letter, she was happy with what her sister had said to her but she was

still sad. Stephanie and Reyana saw that their sister was sad so they decided to change their

greediness into gratefulness. They went and told Olivia that they were sorry for stealing

her stationery and returned it to her. Olivia smiled and said “We can all go and play, ride a

bike ride, run and all sorts of stuff. Would you like to do that?”. Stephenie and Reyana

happily agreed. All four sisters played together and had a great day.

Olivia then told her sisters about her stationery. They all decided to wait and watch the

stationery come alive. Then in the night Olivia’s stationery came alive once again!!. This

time she and her sisters all saw. They caught the stationery, calmed them and introduced

themselves. Then the stationery and the sisters became friends. They played together and

had a big party.


——The End——

The Friends of The Fynx

By: Abhiraj Roy (Grade 7)

Once upon a time, there lived a gray old fynx. His tail barely, if ever, rose from its slumbering position.  He never got excited, never got bored, never got hungry or thirsty.  All he wanted to do was sleep and rest.   When his friends came to visit him, all they saw was not a lively, energetic fynx as he once had been, but a depressed, old one.  Once or twice they even tried to wake him.  But as you can obviously guess, it did not work.  One such day, the friends got together and discussed.  They did not like the idea of their friend wasting around.  They came up with a plan.  They would go to a wise old lion and ask his counsel.  It was a dangerous path though.  Wolves stood guard at the Golden Gate of the Lion.  Dragons, Scorpions, Snakes and even the trees themselves constantly looked around, looking for trespassers.  There were sheer cliffs that one misstep, and you were surely going to fall to your doom.  Every waterbody had Alligators, Crocodiles, Snakes and much more.  If someone attempted to make that journey of approximately 2500 kilometers, either they were stupid or desperate.  In this case it was neither.  They were duty-bound to help their desperate friend.  And they would do it no matter what.

After 5 hours, all the friends already regretted their decisions.  The first part of the journey tested your endurance.  You had to walk across a desert that took a normal animal or person at least a week.  The Weather also differentiated daily, as if by the lion’s choice. Some Days it was a brazing sun but other days it was an icy wind so cold that it will freeze your skin.  Nevertheless, they plowed on.  They had 1 major factor contributing to their looming victory.  Exactly on the spring equinox, this desert was neither cold, nor hot.  For that one day, the weather was perfectly balanced.  They passed most of the distance on that one day, knowing they needed to use this opportunity.  They plowed on, day and night until they reached the end of the desert.   Now this marked the beginning of the second obstacle.  The Test of Bravery.  You had to make your way over rivers of lava, go through ground that literally collapsed between your feet, make your way under cave mines that have unspeakable dangers,  and by far the most dangerous, attempt to climb a mountain with animals waiting at the top that… did not want you to go beyond this point.  As the friends made their way through these obstacles, they nearly died 3 times.  They somehow held on and approached the golden gate.  But now the most difficult challenge awaited them… they had to get past the 3 Wolves.  They were famous for their ferocity and loyalty.  They would do anything for the lion.  Even though the friends thought that wolves would be their final challenge.  But in fact, the Lion had many spies.  Scorpions barred their way, trees tried to ram them, the ground collapsed beneath their feet, but they kept on moving on.  When they finally arrived at the golden gate, it… well was surprising.  They had all expected the wolves to be snarling, growling, and in general terrifying.  But instead, what they saw was something they never expected.  It was like the lion was made of gold.  Golden eyes, golden fur, everything golden.  The lion said, “Welcome to my humble home.  The Palace of Gold.  I am sorry for putting you through all those challenges, but I needed to see if you were worthy.  I know what you came here for.  And I will indeed help you.  But you must never mention it to anyone about me.”  “We agree.  But do we have to go through the terrain again?”  “No. I will give you a shortcut home.  By the time you get there, your friend will be cured.”  The Lion literally created a road out of thin air leading down right into their jungle.  The friends bade goodbye to their friend that they made for just a few seconds, and then they proceeded to go home.

As the Lion promised, by the time they got to their jungle, the Fynx was looking cured and well.  He thanked each of his friends from the bottom of his heart and knew that he had true friends.  They would do anything for him and him, for them.  They sat around and traded stories while the Lion, watching from his massive throne, smiled, satisfied.

My One

Tanka Poetry Written by: Suhani Dutta (8th Grade)

My love is now lost.

When will I find it again?

Alone and restless,

I see what you are to me.

Beautiful love I now see.


Now that you are gone

Up in the heavens above,

The life in my soul,

Disappears and goes above.

Oh where have you gone my love?


I sit here and mourn,

While they…they leave this cursed world.

Enjoying the sky,

Dancing with all the angels.

For their presence, they are blessed.


My love will remain,

Forever and forever.

Wherever you are,

I will never forget you.

You will always be my one.

Saraswati Puja / Vasant Panchami

By Dhruva Arcot (Grade 4)


Once upon a time, there was a boy named Saraswath Sen Chakraborty who lived in the United States of America. He was 10 years old and he celebrated Saraswati Puja with his family every year, but he never took interest in learning about the origins of the puja. As he grew up, Saraswath’s curiosity increased to know more about Saraswati Puja, because his name and the Goddess’s name were almost the same. So, he scoured the internet to learn more. Lo and behold, the internet was flooded with a lot of information. After a lot of reading and thinking of his own experiences, here is how he summarized it.

Saraswati Puja is one festival that many Bengalis wait for every year. Bengalis celebrate this festival with great fervor. Bengal is in the northeastern part of India. The festival of Vasant Panchami or Saraswati Puja focuses on worshiping knowledge, music, and art, which symbolizes Goddess Saraswati. These three parts of the puja/festival are an important part of many Bengalis’ lives.

In Hindu mythology Saraswati is the Goddess of knowledge, music, speech, wisdom, learning and art. She has four hands which symbolize ego, intellect, alertness and mind. She is often pictured sitting on a lotus or a peacock, wearing a white dress. She has many different names, Bharati (eloquence), Shatarupa (existence), Vedamata (mother of the Vedas), Brahmi, Sarada, Vagisvari, and Putkari. It says that she was the creator of Sanskrit, a sacred Hindu language.

Saraswati puja is celebrated on the fifth day of Maagh month of the Hindu calendar, which typically falls in late January or early February. Vasant means spring and panchami means fifth day, hence the name Vasant Panchami, it marks the preparation for arrival of spring. In 2022 it falls on Saturday, February 5. Saraswati puja is celebrated by all but more so by students, musicians and artists to seek Goddess’s blessings. On the day of the pooja, all items related to studies (like books, stationary), music (like instruments) or work (computer) are placed near the idol of the Goddess. Some people also introduce their toddlers to writing or education on this auspicious day, it is called “Hathe Khori”, “Vidyarambh” or “Aksharabhyas”.

Saraswati Puja is celebrated by waking up early, cleaning homes / puja areas, decorating Goddess Sarawati’s idol and adorning courtyards with artful alponas (Rangoli made with rice flour). Bengalis apply turmeric and/or neem paste all over their body before taking a bath on this day. Yellow is Goddess Saraswati’s favorite color hence, yellow colored foods like Khichdi, Pulao and sweet foods made with jaggery are offered. Fruits like ber(jujube) and mishrikand(jicama) are also made as offerings, because fresh fruits are her favorite foods. People mainly wear yellow clothes on this day. Yellow and white flowers are offered to Goddess Saraswathi. People perform rituals of lighting lamps, reciting holy chants and performing aarti. They then share food offerings (prasad or bhog) made to the Goddess with friends and family.

Saraswati Puja reflects the Bengali culture of respect towards wisdom, knowledge, art and craft.

A True Friend

Rhyming Poetry Written by: SUHANI DUTTA (Grade 8)


What I have learned the past year,

I have no true friend, not one near.

They always expect me me to give,

But never help in return.

Whenever they need me, they holler and shout for my name!

But when I am in need, they never help me. Why don’t I expect the same?


What I want is a true friend.

One when all is wrong, but we still mend.

One where our popularity is not the base of our friendship,

Nor when it’s based on what other friends may do;

Yet based on our commitment on each other,

To help another recover.


I feel alone in my head, nothing but depressed,

But there is my friend! It’ll feel good to vent out what makes me stressed.

They won’t judge, never talk behind my back,

They’ll never diss me and think of me as not equal,

But instead they accept me for who I choose to be.

They care, and help, and still let me be me.


So why make fake friends for the popularity of all,

Find one that has a heart so big, and forget the ones who are small.

Not one where it depends on your following,

But one that depends on the respect you give to one another.

Of course this does not mean to disrespect,

Just to find a true friend that sees the positives when you are imperfect.