• Pratham Delhi Education Initiative (NGO), Delhi
• Sri Lakshmi Narayana School, Chennai
• Vivek Vidyalaya, Mumbai NEW
• Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan Matriculation school, Ajjannur, Coimbatore
• Bhavan's Girdhardas Mohota Vidya Mandir, Wardha, Maharashtra
• Bhavans Atmakuri Rama Rao School, Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh
• J.S.S. Public School, HSR Layout, Bangalore, Karnataka
• Bhavan's RIL School, Mouda, Nagpur, Maharashtra
• Bhavans Vidyashram, Jaipur, Rajasthan
• Jeevandeep Public School, Varnasi
• Bhavan's Vidyamandir, Puthucode, Palakkad, Kerala
• Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir, Irinjalakuda, Kerala
• Bhavans Sawan Public School, New Delhi
• Bhavan's Public School, R.C. Puram, Hyderabad
• Sri Sathya Sai Vidyaniketan, Navsari, Gujarat
• Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan School, Perumthiruthi, Kozhikode, Kerala
• New Era English School, Nashik, Maharashtra
• Godkar's Academy, Mumbai
• Bhavan's Kodagu Vidyalaya, Madikeri, Karnataka
• Bhavan's Adarsha Vidyalaya, Kakkanad, Kochi, Kerala
• Kulapati Munshi Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir, Thrissur, Kerala
• Bhavan's Vidya Mandir, Girinagar, Kochi
• Bellur Kamalamma Subbana Vidya Bhavan School, Mysore
• St. Kabir School, Ahmedabad, Gujarat
• Johnson Grammar School, Habsiguda, Hyderabad

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A JOURNEY BY TRAIN

By Anurag Rao (V-A)

It was a Saturday morning. My family and I, not to mention "Tiny Terror", my three year old cousin, whose real name is George were travelling from Bombay to Kashmir. George lives in the USA and is my only cousin from there.

Everything was fine until Tiny Terror saw a kid next to us chewing gum and made a dash for the boy. I grabbed him just in time and tried to tell him
that he cannot ask strangers for gum. Holding him down on the seat without getting poked in the eye or getting my finger bit was not easy, but somehow I managed it for about 30 seconds. After which he started asking for gum again, this time saying that the gum was 'temperting' him. George liked to show off his vocabulary, even though he usually got it wrong. I found it
hard to hold on to George any longer as he was wriggling and trying to make a dash for the boy with chewing gum. When I tried to stop him he boxed me and dived at the kid and before I realised what was happenning. He was on
top of the boy, made him spit out the gum and swallowed it himself.
Everyone around was totally disgusted. A Briton sitting close by said, "Jolly old disgusting little fellow, what?" All Tiny Terror said in response was "Ahhhh yum!" obviously, enjoying the attention.
When this incident was over, I went off to sleep. When I woke up, I found Tiny Terror tickling my legs. I jerked my legs to kick him. To my surprise, I found that there was a string attached to my legs which was connected to a chain that said "pull chain to stop train (in case of emergency)". So when I jerked my legs I
pulled the chain. With a sudden break Tiny Terror and I fell off the berth.
Shortly I found the driver of the train looking down at me and trying to wrench my left ear off. He demanded, "what is your emergency"? I smiled, weakly. No excuse, eh? He said, wrenching my ear even harder. I was ticked off for an hour each, by my parents and the driver. After every one took turns to sermonise, I was left alone. Suddenly Tiny Terror appeared out of nowhere grinning ear to ear. I caught him by the sleeve and slapped him hard on his cheek. He paid me back by biting my finger and giving me a black eye. When we reached Kashmir I was so happy that I started dancing and singing " it's over, it's over, the train journey is over". But I still had one worry - the return train journey.