My Tricky Mind Ghost

January 25, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

Once there lived a ghost in my mind. It always had intention of making my work tricky or tough. It liked to control my mind. Sometimes it entered into my dreams. I started dreaming about horror ghosts!

One day when I accidently stepped on a glue bottle , I saw a tiny and a grumpy face on the glue bottle. It looked exactly like the ghost in my mind. The ghost had tricked my mind again. But I didn’t think about it much. It used to make all my homework incorrect or something or the other would go wrong. Then finally one day I decided to not think about the ghost.

After two days when I tried to imagine the ghost, I could not even remember a thing about it! I felt so happy. Then I started to do my homework properly. So that’s what happens if you try to imagine a ghost! Never ever try to imagine a ghost again and that’s what I say!

Written by,

Tanvi, STD 6.

Perspectives: My Shoe

January 24, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

(part of a series where students explore how objects around them feel)

(Once upon a time there lives a shoe called Minu Shoe with its owner called Pavan Sharavath in a place called New Zealand, in a large house.)

I am black in colour with velcro. In a day, early morning, I go jogging with my owner. I will do my job by protecting my owner’s legs. So, I get hurt from sharp grass and finally come home.

My owner is readying to go to school with my best friend, Socks at 9:00 am.

I don’t like PT 1% also because my enemy balls will hit me and hurt me. Even I hit and hurt my enemy by kicking it. I don’t like Social Science class because my owner will get sleepy and not understand it. So he will tap his legs beneath the bench. Because of this I don’t like my owner because his legs will be sweating so my best friend Socks will be stinking. I don’t like and hate The South School because there are many PT periods.

Finally the bell rings and it is 3:30 pm. Again at 4:15 pm he will play football with his friends so Socks will stink more. Finally my owner goes to his house so I can relax. He writes his homework. After a while he reads, eats and goes to sleep. In the hall, at midnight, his pet cockroach and their children Sa, Ri, Ga, Ma, Pa and Mi will disturb me by climbing on me. They sleep on me so I will not sleep well and I am scared of cockroaches.

My owner will polish me with a hard shoe brush.

Written by,

Pavan, STD 6.

Perspectives: The Watch

January 23, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

I am a watch. I was gifted to a girl on September 11th 2022. The boy who gave the gift was the girls’ older brother. I have many features like Daily Activity, Workouts, Heart Rate, SPO2, Sleep, Breathe, Weather, Tools, Settings, Notifications.

I can stay in water for 5 minutes. When someone sees me then they will ask the girl “How much is it?”, “I love it!” The girls friend of the past 2 years, a child, will ask “Pease akka my watch ah ah? Pease pease.” But the girl will not give the watch because she is young. The girl loves me.

Her old watch was lost it seems. She never sees the clock even if it is in front of her. She takes me everywhere with her. Even for just sitting on the toilet. She never loses me but once she kept me alone on a table and went. When she wanted me she came back.

Written by,

Spoorthi, STD 6.

Perspectives: My Pencil

January 20, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

(part of a series where students explore how objects around them feel)

I am Bobby, Nishanth’s pencil. He uses me to write on a book or whatever he likes. He loves me a lot like his mother and does not leave me to fall from his hands. He does not leave anyone to touch me.

He has built me a house to live and that is the geometry box. He keeps a lot of things like pens, ruler, eraser and sharpener and me. They may be better than me but he like me a lot more than everyone.

I make mistakes but he rubs that with the eraser and gives me a next chance. I do not live for a long time but also he loves me. As I am made up of wood he does not leave me to waste. I come in different designs so that everyone can buy whichever design they like.

Written by,

Nishanth, STD 6.

Perspectives: Neenu and Beenu – My favourite pair of socks

January 19, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

(part of a series where students explore how objects around them feel)

Neenu – Hi! I am Neenu. I have red stripes on me.

Beenu – Hi! I am Beenu. I have black stripes on me. Tanvi loves us but she cares more about Neenu because she loves red.

Neenu – I am very lucky because I will always be kept in a safe place but it has a paint smell. Recently our cupboards got painted. Beenu is always sleeping because she is sad.

Beenu – I love Tanvi a lot but she does not even care about me so much. Let me think of an idea to make Tanvi understand how important I am.

(One day when Tanvi wanted to wear us, Beenu was lost. She searched and searched but she did not get it.)

Neenu – Maybe this is a trick played by Beenu. Beenu! Beenu! Come out! I know this is a trick.

(As Neenu went near the table, Beenu came and suddenly scared it!)

Neenu – Aaahhhh!!! Phew!! Beenu, Tanvi is searching for you from that time! Come on! She is very sad and angry now.

Beenu – Oh no! I just wanted to make her realise how important I am. Okay! Let’s go!

(Both of them went and were sitting in their cupboard. When Tanvi’s mom asked her to check in our cupboard she found them. She was very happy! Neenu and Beenu were worn by Tanvi)

Both – On that day, Tanvi played football. She kicked the ball so hard, we got hurt and dirty and sweaty. But she washed us very neatly and kept us safely after drying. How much ever Tanvi hurts us, we love her a lot and she also loves us a lot.

Written by,

Tanvi, STD 6.

Perspectives: Chalk Life story

January 18, 2023January 22, 2023 | thegrowingplants

(part of a series where students explore how objects around them feel)

Hi, I am a chalk

The teachers use me to write

On the board.

They press me tough

To write on the board

I get angry and make dust.

Because of me the teacher’s get dust allergy

And cough and sneeze

In front of all!

I am available

In different colours

Such as orange, white, pink and more.

Some children put me in their stinky mouths.

They use me to write

On a slate.

Written by,

Nidhi, STD 6.

Perspectives: Rubby the Rubber Band

January 17, 2023 | thegrowingplants

(part of a series where students explore how objects around them feel)

Hello Everyone!

I am Rubby, Vismaya’s rubber band. Today I am telling you about myself and how I live, how I am treated and how my life is.

I live in a small box which has dust, insects, dirt and mud. But the best part is I won’t live alone. There are so many friends who also live here like me. We are of different colours, sizes but we won’t differentiate between us. We laugh, play and enjoy together, so I don’t feel lonely. But they will all fight to come out of the box and see the world.

The next day was my turn. I was so excited. I thought the world was so beautiful. I hadn’t felt anything like this before. I was feeling so satisfied. Wow, it was beautiful, the classroom was amazing. It was so tidy and well maintained. I met some of Vismaya’s friends who were very kind.

When I came back home I felt very sad. My best friend had been torn to pieces. He was a kind rubber band. Everybody looked dejected. I couldn’t believe that he will be put in the dustbin tomorrow morning. I was trying to protect him but I couldn’t. We lost one of them in our total strength. We were 30 but now we were only 29.

After some days it was kind of normal. Everyone started their work again. But one day they bought a cat in Vismaya’s house. One of our biggest enemies. It loved our box. Once it broke our box which was our only house. We had to cross many obstacles and go from place to place. But Vismaya was so kind that she kept us on the top shelf so that the cat cannot reach it.

Afterwards we counted ourselves, we were only 18. We lost so many members. So, we had to teach the cat a lesson. We made a plan to attack the cat one by one. Yes! Our plan was a success. We got victory. Finally! The cat understood the lesson. Oooh yay yay! Everybody screamed. The best part was Vismaya bought new rubber bands. We were 30 again.

This is how our life works. Nobody’s life is easy. Everybody has to work a bit harder. As we always say, unity is strength. Nobody knows when it is our end. Just be happy with what you have.

Written by,

Vismaya, STD 6.