PICTURES FROM THE TRIPS:

(This impression is about my experience on the boat, seeing the reflections of the sky on the quickly evaporating Loktak Lake ) Ripples broke away from the hull,

While the sky shuddered under the Sun

About the lake that made me wonder,

When the skies would halve from two to one.

Raghav Choudhuri, G11A

Day 3

A staircase of fields Each step is different One was a field of paddy, another was filled with garlic, some had carrots, others; sweet potatoes, cabbages and mustard Others had crops I had never heard of, native species, Gobstear and Nitso Some steps were being tilled and some were burned to shades of gray and black This

Day 8

There they go, the dancers being spinny tops, spin spin spin Graceful amongst the massive rhythmic din they bang on the drum They look ripped for, oh my, ten years

They must have trained as children then

Sure it is part of ©XYZ enterprises and not part of the puritans

Can we not feed the common peeps?

Ishaan Varior, G11A staircase was guided and supported by a railing made of gurgling water, clear as day, sparkling in the sunlight. As we walked up the cascading staircase, I learned that each step belonged to a particular clan, a particular khale, a particular family, all living in coexistence A staircase of fields, a staircase built solely on integrity, loyalty, trust, and respect What would they say when they saw our staircase? Where trust and respect were replaced with legal documents, contracts, and broken agreements

Ananya Arun, G11A