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THE GHOST

  A ghost in silver armour, Hiding from the world, Moving stealthily across the walls, Looking for people to lure.   He creates worries and tension, Who could he be? A shadow of darkness and despair, Invisible yet never free.   Amidst the calm blue sea, Lurks this cunning shark. Silent, waiting to devour, Dragging you into the dark.   Escape from the prison of anxiety, Let joy takes its place. Defy this ghost, don’t let him stay, Take your power back and rise with grace.     -          Anaya Sheth

BETWEEN WORDS AND PLAY

 Disclaimer:  This poem is purely fictional and it does not , in any way, reflect our parenting style. 😂😂 It’s hard to put thoughts on paper. Nobody understands that. But then They get a good ragging from their teacher About a bad piece of writing. Or a horribly written passage on ‘Punctuality’. Which is so boring, by the way. My parents always say ‘Do your homework and then go out to play’. They are the worst. ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ Some wise scholar said. What if he wasn’t actually a wise scholar? But A boy suffering. A boy named Jack. Whose parents were just like mine. Why can’t they just understand? That writing, for me, is a snooze fest. Just imagine Roald Dahl. One of the most decorated authors. Yet He struggled in school.   His teachers. They called him a ‘Camel in his English’. Don’t teachers and parents get it? Football is just as important as Maths. Cricket as English. And Tennis as Science. Y

āŠŠાંāŠ– āŠĩāŠ—āŠ°āŠĻું āŠŠંāŠ–ી

  āŠ˜āŠ° āŠ†ંāŠ—āŠģે āŠĻા āŠĩૃāŠ•્āŠ· āŠŠāŠ° āŠŪેં āŠœોāŠŊું āŠāŠ• āŠŠંāŠ–ી āŠĻાāŠĻāŠ•āŠĄું , āŠļુંāŠĶāŠ° , āŠŪāŠœાāŠĻું āŠđāŠĪું āŠ āŠ°ંāŠ—āŠŽેāŠ°ંāŠ—ી   āŠ–ુāŠŽ āŠœ āŠ…āŠĶāŠ­ુāŠĪ āŠđāŠĪી āŠāŠĻી āŠ†ંāŠ– āŠŠāŠĢ āŠĻ āŠđāŠĪી āŠāŠĻે āŠāŠ• āŠŠાંāŠ–   āŠ†āŠ–ો āŠĶિāŠĩāŠļ āŠ•ૂāŠĶાāŠ•ૂāŠĶ āŠ•āŠ°āŠĪુ āŠ āŠĄાāŠģી āŠ‰āŠŠāŠ° āŠŠāŠ°ંāŠĪુ āŠ‰āŠĄી āŠĻ āŠķāŠ•āŠĪું āŠ…āŠĻે āŠŠāŠĄāŠĪું āŠœāŠŪીāŠĻ āŠŠāŠ°   āŠ†ંāŠļુ āŠ†āŠĩી āŠœāŠĪા āŠāŠĻી āŠĻાāŠĻી āŠĻાāŠĻી āŠ†ંāŠ– āŠŪાં āŠŪાં āŠāŠĻે āŠĩāŠđાāŠē āŠ•āŠ°āŠĪી āŠ…āŠĻે āŠ–āŠĩāŠĄાāŠĩāŠĪી āŠšાંāŠš āŠŪાં   āŠđિāŠŪ્āŠŪāŠĪ āŠĻāŠđિ āŠđાāŠ°āŠĪું āŠ , āŠŠ્āŠ°āŠŊāŠĪ્āŠĻ āŠ•āŠ°āŠĪુ āŠĶāŠ°āŠ°ોāŠœ āŠāŠ• āŠĶિāŠĩāŠļ āŠ—āŠ—āŠĻ āŠŪાં āŠ‰āŠĄāŠķે āŠāŠĩી āŠđāŠĪી āŠāŠĻી āŠļોāŠš   āŠ•ોāŠĻે āŠ•āŠđ્āŠŊું āŠāŠ• āŠŠાંāŠ–ે āŠĻ āŠ‰āŠĄાāŠŊ ? āŠĪીāŠĩ્āŠ° āŠˆāŠš્āŠ›ા āŠđોāŠŊ āŠĪો āŠ•āŠˆ āŠŠāŠĢ āŠ•āŠ°ાāŠŊ   āŠāŠĻે āŠļāŠŠāŠĻા āŠŪાં āŠāŠ• āŠ°ાāŠĪ āŠœોāŠŊું āŠŠોāŠĪાāŠĻે āŠ‰āŠĄāŠĪું āŠĩિāŠšાāŠ°્āŠŊું ' āŠŪાāŠ°ા āŠļ્āŠĩāŠŠāŠĻ āŠĻે āŠđું āŠšોāŠ•્āŠ•āŠļ āŠ•āŠ°ીāŠķ āŠļાāŠšું '   āŠ•ોāŠķિāŠķ āŠ•āŠ°āŠĪા āŠ•āŠ°āŠĪા āŠ†āŠĩ્āŠŊો āŠ āŠĶિāŠĩāŠļ āŠ‰āŠĄ્āŠŊું āŠ āŠ†āŠ•ાāŠķ āŠŪાં , āŠœાāŠĢે āŠ‰āŠĄે āŠŠāŠĪંāŠ—   āŠđાāŠ° āŠĻāŠđિ āŠŪાāŠĻāŠĩાāŠĻું āŠŪāŠģ્āŠŊું āŠāŠĻે āŠŦāŠģ āŠ–ુāŠķી āŠŪāŠģી āŠ‰āŠĄāŠĩાāŠĻી āŠāŠĻે āŠœીāŠĩāŠĻ āŠ­āŠ° .   -        āŠ…āŠĻાāŠŊા āŠķેāŠ   

THANK YOU, TEACHERS!

      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

Letter to Anaya on her 11th birthday

  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

OUR INDIA

  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

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

  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