Unicorns are Real!

  ઘર આંગળે ના વૃક્ષ પર મેં જોયું એક પંખી નાનકડું , સુંદર , મજાનું હતું એ રંગબેરંગી   ખુબ જ અદભુત હતી એની આંખ પણ ન હતી એને એક પાંખ   આખો દિવસ કૂદાકૂદ કરતુ એ ડાળી ઉપર પરંતુ ઉડી ન શકતું અને પડતું જમીન પર   આંસુ આવી જતા એની નાની નાની આંખ માં માં એને વહાલ કરતી અને ખવડાવતી ચાંચ માં   હિમ્મત નહિ હારતું એ , પ્રયત્ન કરતુ દરરોજ એક દિવસ ગગન માં ઉડશે એવી હતી એની સોચ   કોને કહ્યું એક પાંખે ન ઉડાય ? તીવ્ર ઈચ્છા હોય તો કઈ પણ કરાય   એને સપના માં એક રાત જોયું પોતાને ઉડતું વિચાર્યું ' મારા સ્વપન ને હું ચોક્કસ કરીશ સાચું '   કોશિશ કરતા કરતા આવ્યો એ દિવસ ઉડ્યું એ આકાશ માં , જાણે ઉડે પતંગ   હાર નહિ માનવાનું મળ્યું એને ફળ ખુશી મળી ઉડવાની એને જીવન ભર .   -        અનાયા શેઠ  

      Dear teachers, you make us grow, The seeds of our education you lovingly sow, On your special day, I just want to say, THANK YOU!!! Thank you for your constant love, support, and guidance, With patience and kindness, you teach us months after months, You help us climb the stairs of success, And stop us from making a mess, You are the stars in the night sky, In darkness, you make our lives bright, We need you to inspire us always, To illuminate the paths in front of us, So dear teachers, I thank you again for all you do, One day is not enough to celebrate you!   -        ANAYA SHETH

  Darling Daughter,   Happy 11 th Birthday! It’s hard to believe that you are a tween but I am really enjoying ‘the 11-year-old’ you. I love our ‘grown up’ conversations (with a dash of your innocence).   I can’t wait to share clothes, jewellery, makeup and more ‘Girl Wisdom’ with you. Gucci, I wish you could see yourself through our eyes and only then would you truly know how much we love you (Don’t roll your eyes, Missy. Parents are allowed to be as sappy as they want). You were such an easy baby (or my memory is totally biased). Hardly threw any tantrum...never asked for toys...slept all night...always happy (well…most of the time!).   We hope your tween and teenage years will also be the same – without attitude and tantrums (though I do enjoy your childish tantrums sometimes). As a baby, you were always ahead of your milestones (Thank God for that or what would have your overthinking mother done?), and still, you are really mature than your age (My partiality is really shini

  India, our beautiful motherland A place of unity and strength ‘Unity in Diversity’ is what it stands for Equality and the right to be unique, who could want more? Yes, we remain undivided ‘Togetherness’ is the word to be said But through bloody and teary fights between ourselves Our love is getting less and less We should always be there for each other After all, we are sisters and brothers So let’s end these needless fights And see each other in a whole new light Come together and take a pledge, Let us resolve to make our nation great! -ANAYA SHETH

  I read somewhere that names have powers like magic spells and I agree. My unique and cool name is Anaya Sheth. I really love my name as it means ‘topmost leader’ in Sanskrit and ‘God’s gift’ in Hebrew. I always feel like a leader, thanks to my name. I think that, sometimes, a part of me is my name. My name enlightens who I am, my personality. Like my name, I want to be a leader one day. By leader, I don’t mean in any profession or of any land but leader as a great human being and someone who brings a change to this perfectly imperfect world and to ourselves. Despite my love for my name, there is one thing I don’t like about my name. Many call me ‘Aanya’ or ‘Ananya’. I would prefer them to take some effort in remembering or reading my name correctly. It’s a bit of a hassle correcting them every time. This makes me want to change my name sometimes but then I remind myself that my name is practically who I am. It is the first thing people get to know about me before everything else. J

  Two elephants big and small One was loved by all Kind and humble was she Far more than you or me With her friend she did share her food To no one was she rude All the others loved the gregarious she Except one rather sullen he He sat alone and quibbled all day He only had impolite things to say All the others neglected he                                                     All except that lovely she    He always scoffed and glared She always smiled and cared He often kicked and resented Jovial things she forever said Was it enough to transform he? Or did he just keep on loathing all and she? So, Mirror mirror on the wall Who was big and who was small? -          Anaya Sheth