Hello friends! Remember on my 8th birthday when I talked about changing schools? You might think I’m in a regular school now, but I’m not. My new school is online, and it’s not CBSE, but IGCSE. We started this new journey with a trip to Bengaluru.
Hello, I’m Damid, though I’m about 80 or so—I lost count of my birthdays. Let’s forget what I said earlier. Now, let me share a story I’ve longed to tell someone. Back when I was 11, I lived in a busy city where everyone rushed through their lives without talking.
Once upon a time, there lived a man named Brucy. He was a plump, elderly man with short legs and arms. Despite his poverty, he was kindhearted and curious, always eager to help others. Brucy was on the lookout for a job when he stumbled upon a resort named Troop.
Once upon a time, there lived a bullet ant named Antry. She was a big, fat, 4 inches long and a dark black ant. Antry had three loyal friends: Flee the fly, Cricky the cricket, and Termee the termite.
Once upon a time there lived two brothers named Tony and Wony. They were adventurous and curious lads. One sunny morning, the brothers woke up and decided to pay a visit to the farm near their Nani’s house which was in a small village named Dhani.
I turned seven years old, and to celebrate my special day, my school friends, my entire family, including my loving parents, who always have the sweetest smiles and give the warmest hugs, were present to share in the joy of the celebration.