ON THE MOON

WRITER ANJALI DENANDI MOM.

I was sleeping, The time was 2 a.m. It was a fullmoon night. It was the spring season. The month was march. The date was 16, The day was Monday. In my dream, I saw that I was on the land of the moon. I was reading , there was a story which was written by a. d. n. mom. At that time there came a very beautiful lady, she had 2 wings which were made by silver colour hairs. She could fly. She had 3 faces also.she had 4 hands and 4 legs. She told me, “Hey! Rajat! I am your friend, I shall gift you, a very big crown, and when you shall wear it on your head,then you can watch your future. Can you accept my gift? I said, “Oh,yes, I shall be too happy with your gift.” Then I asked her name. She said, “Manishaa.’ I took her gift, and gave my book. She told, “Oh, the book is immortal.” I woke up. A cuckoo was calling me by its song. I saw, on my study-table, there was a crown, made of silver. On it, it was written, “Dear!’’ I put it on my head. I saw my future. yes, I will be a world famous writer.

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BEL-TALAAR MAATHE

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WRITER-MOM

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the bel-talaar maath was in the village , ‘’ CHAITANYABATI ‘’……district was — hooghly…….state was , the west bengal……the country was the india……it was a useless field . boys played there foot-ball , with open- nacked- feet.they wore only halves- pants. they had no shirts on their upper-bodies . aasis nandee also played there .the owner of that field was the father of aasis . his father was shree debi prasad nandee . aasis’a mother was , shreemoti sabita nandee ; aasis was his only one son . at future , he would be the next — owner of that field . aasis was the scholar student ; he was m.com. and icwa ; his own scholarship’s money was in his bank-account ; when aasis was a young-man and started to earn , and in the bank , he kept his all money ; then his mother said , ‘’ aasis ! you build a new — house , on the bel-talaar maath ! our this house becomes the too-old ! ‘’ . aasis said , ‘’ yes , maa ! ‘’ later many men and women came to their old-house and said to his mother , ‘’ kindly ! make your son ,my daughter’s husband ! ‘’ . his mother then told , ‘’ yes , aasis will build a new- house on the bel-talaar-maath and then he will marry . ‘’ all were waiting……….but one sunday , the noon , it was a 3rd june , 2001 , aasis became dead , in their old-house . then in that house , there were his mother and father also ; aasis was hanging from the joist by a thick — rope , in his mother’s THAAKUUDR GHARRR , in front of many idols , which were offering , many — times , at a day , by his mother……. it was the very holy — room of that house …….before his death , all ate , together…suddenly , they came in that room and saw that their only one son , very tall…..handsome…. who was then high from the floor………his feet were not on the floor of the room…..his tongue came out from his mouth….they saw and saw ….but no tears came down from their eyes , then ; later , his own- father carried his own son’s dead- body by his own-shoulder , slowly…….and reached on the burning-ghaat ; that was the chest of the river of the DAAMODAR ; aasis’s body end . the father returned in his son-less- house . his mother was silent . the father was silent . both were too-old in their own — ages……the aasis’ age was only 30 years ; the parent waited for the fire of their son’s hand , in their- dead-mouths , after their death………..but , the father gave the fire in the dead- mouth of his son………yes in his childhood , that father gave foods in his little son’s mouth with deep- love and great- affection…………and …..also gave milk which was not too-hot ,in his little- mouth with great — zeal…………yes he tasted the temperature of the milk first and then he gave it in his milky-mouth……… which was not so hot than the burning- fire with the high- flame of his that — time- hand’s fire……..yes it was called the bad- luck of the too-honesty………yes aasis’s whole — family was too-honest forever……………….

later , i watched that aasis’s mother sat on that bel-talaar-maath , alone , and by her own too- old- right- index- finger , she wrote her own- dead- son’s name ‘ aasis ‘ , which was not seen by me , then . there also many boys were playing at every- after noon……and from the bel-tree , the ripen- fruits were falling down on the bel-talaar-maath……..yes , i sat under that bel- tree felt that my invisible — younger — brother was playing on that bel- talaar- maath………with full of young- energy…..and then my tears came down , like the bel- fruits…and side of me also our youngest-sister , shreemoti manisha denandee , (she was 6 years young than me )…..sat , and also she was broken down by tears…………….she called him , ‘’ DAADAA ‘’…we both sisters were then married….yes when our only one brother died then we were in our husbands’s houses…….and knew by the phones…….after his death , later , we went that village some times……….and stayed with our parent…….i watched that my parent donated aasis’s money to the cancer-patients…….but at last , after many years of aasis’s death ……the fathe4r became the patient of the cancer and became the dead……and after many years of his death , the mother also became the patient of the cancer , and became the death ………yes …..the honesty gifted many lucky-boons………my mother said me , ‘’ ANJU ! YOU BUILD A STATUE OF AASIS ON THE BEL-TALAAR- MAATH ‘’ ………..but I can not do it …………….

yes , i am aasis’s 3 years old elder-sister , his DIDI , shreemoti anjali denandee…………..

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THINKING CAN CHANGE …….

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WRITER-MOM

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then I was in my own-car ; my car was moving, on the road……in front of me , there was moving a bus ; our speed were too-slow……on the back-side of the bus , it was written that….. , ‘’ in future , I shall fly on the high-sky ….. ! ‘’ I read it ; later, I flew by an air-bus…………and thought that past- line…….of that road-bus………

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A VILLAGE FAIR

The name of the village is CHAITANYABATI .DISTRICT-HOOGHLI;WEST BENGAL;INDIA. I am ANJALI…..ANJU……..I lived there. Then I was a little girl, my age was 9 years. I watched, sitting on a MACHA made of bamboo, there were 5 men and they were with many snakes, in their hands holding DOOG-DOOGEE, They were creating the music and all snakes were dancing. Oh! Very nice. I gave them only 1 rupee. Then I watched that in front of a SITALAA MAA’S idol, a man was cutting the heads of many hegoats. I was crying. Another side of the fair, I saw, a blind — lady was singing and her little son hold her hand, I gave them only 1 rupee. At last, I reached a stall of egg-roll, and bought a roll, ate it. By my side, there was my pet dog, BAAGHAA. I gave him a roll too. Yes, I came back. On the way, came the rain. Yes, it was the month of BAISHAAK, and it was afternoon time. So the KAALBAISHAAKHEE was started. The storm was very strong; I saw the branches were breaking down on the road. I was wet. Yet, I returned in my own house. I gave the wet JILIPEES to my mother who was in our temple in the yard. She was praying for me. “Oh! Goddess Maa Ddurgaa save my child!”

WRITER ANJALI DENANDI

( own ever work is own dharmo )

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the age of my mother was 65………..she lost her only one son and her husband………..forever………by death………she cooked for her very big join family……….mother in law , father in law , sister in laws , brother in laws , and also their relatives that were their mother in laws , father in laws , sister in laws , brother in laws etc. also many relatives of their marriage relations……….she also cooked for her neighbours………also cooked and served to many alive……..daily…….who were not her own relatives or neighbours also……..even also she served to many animals and birds , daily…..with deep-love…….she served also by her own hands after cooking…………before her son’s and her husband’s death and also after her son’s and husband’s death………….when she lived in a lonely house , alone at her old-age……..then also she worked for others by her own realizations……..but never ate by her own mouth all , just took very little foods which were need for her living- body………I watched it from my childhood to her death-time also…….she was too-happy to served foods to all………….oh ! I saw and saw her……….now i remember her , her elder daughter…………ANJU….my mother was a rich mother of a rich son and also rich wife of a rich husband yet she did those works…………..it was her DHARMO….i said , ‘’ leave these works ! why are you maintaining these works , now ??? you lost your dears , forever ; so , what is DHARMO ? which are gifted by your DHARMO? leave your DHARMO , now ! ……..’’ but , she never left her own works….. ……………..up to her own death……..I saw and saw that , at every day , she served her cooked-foods in front of her dead son’s and dead husband’s pictures and also in front of pictures of god s and goddesses , in her THAAKUUR GHARRR….her name was , LATE SHREEMOTEE SABITA NANDEE……………
 WRITER-mrs.anjali denandee,mom…………….

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ghosts

WRITER, ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

ghosts are in a house.the house is in a village.the name of the village is CHAITANYABATI.one day a disturbing person calls and calls on the phone.i become too hot in mind !oh !what can i do, now ?i am helpless.suddenly some sounds are hearing by my ears.it come from the utensils of our god and goddess.these are under of our table,on the floor.on the table,here are fruits and flowers for god and goddess.after sun set ,my mother offers these to the god and the goddess,so these are here now.and the time is now afternoon.i ask to my mother,”how the utensils are creating the sounds ?nobody is touching to these.yet …..is it possible ?my mother says then, “yes, here are ghosts;and they say that do not be hot in mind ! be cool ! stay free !they are our well wishers;they create the sound;they are invisible but can work like us. “ i become surprise !i become cool then.and after some moments, i watch that no phone call also.yes soul is always great !

THE SEA

Writer Anjali Denandi (mom)

The Bay of Bengal. I am on a boat. With me, are my parent. So many waves are shouting. They are also dancing, non -stop movement. Over my head, there are many birds, which are flying. Suddenly, I watch that a very little girl is crying. I jump on the waves and save her. We reach on the bank of the sea; I see her parent are crying for her. I say, ‘Take your daughter.’ They say, ‘You are an angel.’ They ask of my address. I say, “T-117, Sukkarbazar Road, Uttamnagar, New Delhi 110059. Then, after 5 days, we return to our house. And after 2 days, three of them come to our house. They gift me a laptop. I say,’ Is it return of my action? Or the love.’ The mother of the girl says, “It is POOJAA.” I touch her feet. She wishes, “God bless you!” My mother gives them some pieces of fruits. My father and the father of that girl shake their hands. The girl says, “You are my elder brother.” I say, “O.K.”

*NEWTON**’S THIRD LAW*

By Mrs. Anjali De Nandi

In a village, there was a garden of jackfruit. Under two trees, in two

burrows, there lived two jackals; Near their shelter, there was a

cock-hen-farmhouse. One jackal used to hunt a cock or a hen everyday and

also ate it. Another jackal ate only fruits. On the trees there lived many

birds in their nests. One mid-night, two animals met with each other in the

garden; They talked with each other; One said that, as you could see that

many feathers are lying around his shelter because he killed many birds and

took them as diet! He was very expert jackal! Yes! Another said, ‘come on

my friend! You can also see by the side of my shelter, so many feathers of

birds who live on the tree, above my burrow; I do not kill them! We all

stay there happily as neighbors! We all eat fruits! We all are

vegetarians!’ Next day, the owner of the farmhouse came and killed the

non-vegetarian animal. He saved the cocks and hens! The vegetarian animal

then thought that the universe was the mirror of life and it’s work!

*Useless and Useful*

* By MRS. Anjali De Nandi*

*On the bank of a river, there was a very old boat, which was not used by

any one; because, it had been broken by old age, so could not did its duty

correctly! Sometime river’s water touched its lower part but maximum time

it was dried and stayed as rejected things! It thought that in past it was

too much active and water was it’s favourite, maximum time water touched

it’s body and it felt very happy! But now …!?!… oldness was so lonely

that could not expressed by it!… Activeness was bliss of life! Water was

more than heaven to a floating, active boat! Now it begged the touch of

water but water could not agreed because it became useless, not busy as

like as before. And water dislike inactiveness. Yet, for zeal sometime

water gifted it own touch to the helpless, hopeless, old, weak

boat!

Suddenly, a big family of

Tortoise took shelter in it’s body. Many little babies, old grandmother and

old grandfather, young father and mother — — The alone boat became life

full and relative, of watermembers; It remembered that of water in very

young life sometime at dark night tortoise were staying in it’s body and it

felt too much peace in own sense! Because all were lift in water! Now again

it became useful.*

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WRITER , ANJALI DENANDI , MOM

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JUMPINGS

ONE DAY,THE SUN CALLS TO HIS ALL PLANETS AND SATELITES AND TELLS,”LET,NOW WE PRACTICE THE JUMPINGS ! “THEN ALL ASK,”WHY ?”THEN THE SUN SAYS,”VERY SOON, HERE WILL HELD ,THE SPORT-COMPETITION AND WE SHALL WIN THE FIRST-PRIZE;”THEN ALL ASK AGAIN,”WHO WILL BE THW ORGANISER?” THEN THE SUN TELLS,”THE ALMIGHTY.”THEN THE SOLER-FAMILY JUMPS AND JUMPS ON THE SKY;THE SKY BECOMES SURPRISE;HE THINKS,”WHAT’S HAPPENS!”BUT STAYS SCILENT;DO NOT ASK ANY QUESTION TO THE SOLER-FAMILY.AFTER SOME MONTHS, THE ALMIGHTY DECLAIRES ,”IN THE UNIVERSE,HERE WILL BE A JUMPING-COMPETITION;PLEASE,ENTRY YOUR NAMES !”THEN ALL BECOME THE COMPETITORS.THE DAY IS FIXED BY THE ALMIGHTY,ALSO.AT THE PARTICULER-DAY, ALL PARTCIPENTS JOIN IN THE SPORT;THE FIRST IS THE SOLER-FAMILY;THE SECOND IS THE ROLER-FAMILY;AND THE THIRD IS THE JOLER-FAMILY;THE SOLER-FAMILY WINS THE FIRST-PRIZE;FROM THAT DAY,THE ALMIGHTY ORDERS TO ALL,”YOU, THE ALL,FROM THIS MOMENT,DO NOT STOP AND ALSO DO NOT MOVE;ONLY JUMP AND JUMP………!”YES, FROM THIS MOMENT, ON THE SKY,IN THE UNIVERSE, ALL THREE-FAMILIES,JUMP AND JUMP…………………THE NEW-RULE BEGINS,YES,CHANGE THE EVER-OLD SYSTEM;THE SKY THINKS,”OH!I AM NOT FEELING BORRING,NOW , BY THE EVER-OLD PROCESS;.I LIKE THIS NEW-CHANGE !”AND ,ALSO ALL FAMILIES BECOME TOO ENERGETICS BY THE NEW-JUMPINGS.

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Writer , ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM

“ASIS’S BAAGHAA”

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Asis lived in the village named, CHAITANYABATI.there was a bitch.she had 4 puppies.they stayed in a too old-broken building;in that building, ,nobody entered.one day ,a snake had bite to the bitch and other 3 puppies;all died.only ,one puppy was alive,the snake did not bite to it.then, the eyes-lids of that puppy, was not opened;eyes-balls were not seen;asis brought it in his house;took care too;he fed to the puppy, own driking milk by a spoon;so asis’s mom gave him more bowls of milk;after some days, the puppy’s eyes-covers opened and it’s eyes-balls were seen;asis became too glad!asis called to it BAAGHAA.after many years,both became very big;the big — boy asis and his dog moved together;they ate meat,rice,ruti,vegetables etc.one day, both was eating the meat and rice;suddenly, a bone of the meat ,fixed in between 2 teeth of baaghaa;not came out;baaghaa was tring and tring…..then asis was tring and tring…..,but not came out;then asis and baaghaa went to a dispensery;the vetenary-doctor pulled it out from his mouth;baaghaa became free.they returned to their house.baaghaa did not sleep at night;he barked also;he moved in the asis’s house ,at whole night.one day , a thief entered in asis’s yard;he barked and barked………the thief cut baaghaa.all wake up and came out from their rooms;watched that baaghaa was with blood;nobody was there;but they could understand the mater;after some minutes,baaghaa died.asis cried…..;but he never came back,again;the dead went forever;never returned,again.”it is the rule of the nature.”the wealths of asis’s house were saved by the help of baaghaa,but he was not in their house;he had gone forever,from their house.then asis made a big photo-picture of baaghaa and put on his table;it was clicked by his mom,on the birthday of asis;yes, asis had hold the neck of baaghaa in their yard,it was the pose.oh ! the thief cut the neck of baaghaa ,in their yard also.yes, then asis’s mom gifted another dog to asis ,again,on his birthday,4th POUSH (Bengali month ).asis called him,baaghaa,again………………………………..

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writer -ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM

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“ Second-birth in single-life “

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One day I was moving in a forest; it was too lonely place;trees and trees……………nobody with me;I liked to moving on my holidays;the silency of forest was attracting;I watched that birds collected pices of branches,leaves and built their own nests;oh ! how experts,they were !little babies of animals were playing with their mothers;oh!so free……!fruits were falling down from the trees;and I ate it;I heard the songs of the birds ,also;calling of animals also;I sawthet many birds and animals drank water from a pond in that forest;on the water so many birds were floating;……….they diped under the water,and picked the food,and came out on the upper-layer of the water ,and then ate the food,which was holded by the beaks; some plants were also floating on the water with their beautiful-flowers;…………so nice their colours !

I picked up an unknown-plant,which had too-little-cute-flower !it was the nature’s gift;nobody took care of it;yet,it was with bright-colour and sweet-scent-flowers;I liked it;so,I took it and holded by my own right-hand,with great-care;then I returned to my house;in a tub,I planted it;put it on my roof;I did not know it’s name;but it was too lovely !so,I brought it in my house ,from the forest;I kept it with my own labours;many persons came in my house and asked me ,”what is the name of it ?”I said ,”I do not know ; “they told ,” oh ! it is very nice ! “

Yes, the unknown-nameless-plant became famous by me;it was it’s second-birth in single-life.

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SHORT — STORY WRITER ,

Anjali denandi , mom

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‘ AT THAT RAINY — DAY ‘

One — rainy — day ; we were catching fishes by our fishing — rods ; every boy , had two , three , four rods ; we used then all rods, together ; we arranged those side by side ; umbrellas were above our heads ; we were catching and kept all fishes , in our own bags ; that was a holiday ; so our parents were , in our homes ; the time was mid — noon ; lightnings and thunders were heard and seen ; black — clouds were fling ; no sun , on the sky ; and for rain ,catching of fishes were easy ;because for rain , fishes became on the upper — layer of the water ; it was the natural joy of those ; and ,so , we could catch those easily ; on the hot sun — rays — days , the fishes stay in deep — water for cold ; yes under deep water , cold ………and cold…….. and the fishes liked it ; so we could not catch those , on sun — shiny — day ; yes , suddenly , a big — snake ,was hooked by my friend’s hook of a fishing — rod ; he could not understood it ,at first ; later , he watched it that it was not a fish ; aahaa ! he threw his rod , very far ; the rod was going too…..too far from us, because , the snake was going with it , on the water ; it reached on the another side of the pond ; then , we all returned in our own — own home ,all together , with many fishes ; our rods were kept , on our corners of the common — rooms ; we gave our fishes to our parents , then .they said , “good concentration and patience ! “ then I told , “ my friend , Jayanta lost his one fishing — rod by a snake ; “ yes , then I said them all ; they laughed , then ; later , they cooked and we all ate ; then I felt proud , in my own — inner — mind ; because I caught and my parent ate with me ; it was too — success and happiness for me ! also , I felt that they were too — satisfied for my good — work ; yes , the village — life was always with enjoy of the nature .

writer — ANJALI DENANDI , MOM

cat and fun

one dark night .all were sleeping .suddenly , a high — sound was hearing by a boy . he was peeing then , alone , in the proper — place .he felt frighten ! ran on the bed and covered his ears , tightly by his own palms . at last he cried …..his mom came to him .asked , ‘what’s the mater ? ‘ he said ,” please , hear the sound ! “ also his mom became frighten , then . she called then , the boy’s father . he wake up and found the sound . watched that , a big — black — cat’s face was in a pot , and it could not free from it ; nothing was seen , then , by the cat . and it created the sound by the pot , on the floor .all laughed , then ……….haa………haa……….haa…………fun………..fun…………….fun………………..

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Writer-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

“ THE GIANT AND THE WHITE-OWL”

On the road, I am travelling by my car;I see and see the ocean,forest,mountain,villageand also city;I am moving at the days,at the nights also;sometime I take rest;then I take food and then sleep in my car;again,I am running,by my car……….the driver and my parent also enjoy with me;at a mid-deep-new-moon-night,we see a giant infront of our car;on his head,here are two horns;his too-big-teeth are come out from his mouth;his hands hit on our car;his legs are very long and fat,also so-strong;he kicks on our car;side of us only dence-trees,yes,it is a road,side of a forest;none is here;suddenly,an owl enters in his big-thick-hairs;he roars………………but can not find out the bird;he becomes too-angry!then it comes out and start to fly…………..the giant runs on the road, behind of the fling-owl…………..both go;then we go too-fast,by our car;reach in a town;and read on a newspaper,at moning,that the giant became dead by an owl at last-night,in the forest;the bird entered in the giant’s nose-left-hole and reached in the lelf-lung,had tear it,and thus the giant became dead;yes,he was a human-eater and also bird-eater;after sometime,we move,again……….tour is our hobby;we shall travel for one-month;later,the night comes;then we are on the road,near of a temple,which is on a mountain;we watch that ,that owl is waiting for us,on a branch of a tree;when we come, it sits on our car and my mom opens the door of our car;it takes seat on her lap;mom shuts the door then.the white –owl,then touches my mom’s right-palm,and my mom gives milk from her bottle on a silver-bowl,it drinks;then it looks at my mom’s eyes;mom opens the close-door again;the night-bird,then flies-away……….my mom shuts the car-door ,again;it is the first –night when the very-thin moon is on the sky,after new-moon-dark-night;we feel that the bird is the goddess who is our wellwisher.we travell upto full-moon-night,yes, we started form the last-full-moon-night,and just after next-night of full-moon-night,we return in our own-house after long-tour;after one-month;when we come and enter our house, we watch that ,that white-owl is waiting for us on the roof of our house;mom says,”you are most welcome in our goddess-temple;it is on the corner of our roof;yes,you stay here forever;and we feel happy for you; kindly ,you live in our little-temple! Oh!the great-bird!oh!the goddess!you are too-big hearted,but our temple is not so big; if you take shelter in it, it will be kindness of you to us! Oh!we pray to you!”then my mom open the door of our little temple, and the white-owl take place in it;my mom then salutes to the bird;later she gives milk on that silver-bowl and it drinks again,as like as the past;also,my mom, at every-night,gives milk to the white-owl and it drinks with endless- happiness.and also we become very happy for it’s presence in our own-temple,permanently.i give foods and drinking-water to it at every-morning and evening; and my pop gives food and water at afternoon and at every-dawn also.mom gives food, at mid-day and milk,at every- night;it flies according to it’s wish……………not at day-time; from evening to dawn, at any time it flies; and take rest in our temple also,at whole-day;from evening to dawn it flies any-time ,and comes in our temple at any-time also.

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Writer-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

‘AT THE FAR-PAST’

At the ancient-times,there was a cave; in it ,there lived a very big-family;father,mother,9 sons,8 daughters,father’s mother and father,that means grandfather and grandmother,also mother’s mother and father.total 23 members were in that family,in that cave;they were too-happy,together ! they drank the fountain-water and ate the fruits of the trees;the animals and birds were their friends;they liked the forests;they never wore dresses;their hairs were too-long ! their skin-colour is too-black;they had tails also;they could not use any language;only used the symbolic-sounds,which were understood by all;one day,they started to travel;after long times , they reached on the beatch of a ocean;they became surprise ! in the water ,also, there were so many animals;they drank the water,from the ocean;but ,oh!the taste was not like as same as past-water;they took birth there;then all children became young and all youngs became old,because,they came there after many years,by their own-feet;they had no vehicles,then;they walked and walked……….they never met with anybody,on that times;they were only one-family on the whole-earth;suddenly,one day, they watched that,a bird-like ,was flying on the open-sky;it was not a bird;what was that ?they could not undertand ! yes,it took place on the beatch;and from it,came out some bodies,who were not totally as same as of them;the skin-colour was not black,white;their hairs were short in size;they had no tails,also;they wore dresses,also;they had weapons , also;the black persons never saw weapons , at past,before that time;they became surprise to saw those people;who wre they?they were not of the earth;because they never watched anybody on the earth ,at past;and also,the new-people came from the sky;they went to close to the sky-people;created symbolic-sounds; the new-people could understood their those sounds;and talked by their own-language;yes, they had their own language;yes,they could talked;but the earth-persons could not understand it;then the new-people,used their body-language,without any sound,not used the tongue-language;by the movements of their bodies,they tried to understand to the earth-persons;and then,they could understand,all;the earth-persons and the sky-people became too- happy,then;the sky-people said by their body-language that,they came from an another planet;and that planet was moving around an another star,that was not the sun;that had only one planet,moved around that star;yes,they lived on that planet;like the sun,that star had no many planets,but that one planet had many moons;which were moving around that planet;yes;so they could see too,at night, by the many-moons lights;later,the earth-persons went to the another planet with the new-people,and later ,some of them, returned on the earth,again,and some of them,stayed on that planet,permanently;also,from that planet, many people came on the earth,again;they stayed on the earth,with them,permanently;;from the earth,all persons created relation with the another planet-people,who were living on that planet,and also the people of another-planet created relation with the earth-persons;one day,the earth-persons reached on that place,but ,there was no planet,on that past-place;no another star ,also; no moons also,there;so no people were there,also;all returned,on the earth again; and the both-skin-colours-humen lived together,on the eart,permanently;nobody knew,that,where the another-planet-people went ? !.to day also their next-next and next ,…………generations find and find them, on the space………………………………………

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Writer — ANJALI DENANDI , MOM

‘HE , RAJAT’

At every dusk he created 3 sounds by his ‘ paanchojonno ‘ conch , poo…………poo………..poo………….! he was a teen — ager — boy ; he lived in a ‘ ashram ‘ , alone . it was in india ; around his shelter , there was only dense — forest ; animals were only his friends ; birds were his companies ; flowers were his love ; fruits were his foods ; he drank the river — water ; the leaves were his dresses ; he took bath in the river ; he liked the sun , moon , and stars lights ; he liked the free air ; he enjoyed under the rain ; his teacher was the nature ; he drank milk of the animals at every — day ; he made a flute by bamboo ; he created rhythms by it ; oh ! too- sweet ! the whole nature became silent and calm , by his music ; he could understand the languages of the animals and the birds ; the north star and the evening star were his favourite ; at very early dawn , he salute to the ‘sooktaaraa ‘ also ; and when the sun was arising , then he also saluted to it ; at every — night , he was meditating under the open sky , on the sand of the bank of the river ;

it was a spring — dusk , he created the sounds by his conch , then ,there , came a snake in front of him , put a gem , just in front of his toes ; and went away from him , far , too far …………………….why ? he did not know it …………………………….later he created a book , in it he wrote about the gem ; yes , when he put it on his own — head , it gifted another gem ;thus he stored many gems ; and later , he became the emperor by those valuable — gems .his name was, ‘RAJAT’……….

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‘under water’

NUDER WATER,THERE WAS A CASTLE AND A PALACE;THERE LIVED A QUEEN;SHE HAD MANY MAID SERVANTS;MANY LADIES SOILDERS;IT WAS AN OCEAN;NOBODY COULD REACH THERE;SOMETIMES THEY CAME OUT FROM THE WATER AND MOVED ON THE BEACT;ALSO FLEW ON THE SKY, TOGETHER; THEY HAD FINS LIKE FISHES,HANDS AND LEGS LIKE HUMEN,ALSO WINGS LIKE BIRD;THE FACES WERE LIKE THE WOMEN;THEY HAD GILLS AND LUNGS ALSO;ONE DAY THEY MET A KING,WHO WAS FLYING ON THE SKY;HE WAS AS SAME AS THEM,ONLY HE WAS THE MAN,NOT THE LADY;HE WANTED TO MARRY TO THE QUEEN;THE QUEEN AGREED;THEN THEY BECAME COUPLE;AND LIVED UNDER THE WATER;THE KING’S KINGDOM WAS IN ANOTHER OCEAN , THERE WAS HIS OWN CASTLE AND PALACE;ALSO THERE ,STAYED, MANY SERVANTS AND GENTS SOILDERS,WITH THE KING; AND THE QUEEN’S KINGDOM WAS IN ANOTHER OCEAN;NOT THE SAME;BUT BOTH WERE UNDER WATER KING AND QUEEN;THEY STAYED SEPERATLY IN THEIR OWN-OWN KINGDOMS;THEY NOT LIVED TOGETHER;BUT LATER , THEY HAD JOINT BOTH OCEANS AND CREATED A TOO-BIG OCEAN;TWO KINGDOMS BECAME ONE,THEN;THEY LIVED TOGETHER THERE ; THE KINGS SERVANTS AND GENTS-SOILDERS WERE ALSO STAYED THERE,TOGETHER;THEY HAD MANY GEMS,UNDER THEDEEP- WATER;THEY WERE TOO-RICH !THE OCEAN WAS COMPLETELY SEPERATE FROM THE LAND AREAS OF THE EARTH;ON THE BEACH,THERE WAS DENCE- BIG-FOREST, SO NOBODY KNEW THAT OCEAN;AND SO NOBODY REACHED THERE;AND ALSO NOT MET WITH THEM;BUT THEIR BIG- KINGDOM WAS TOO-HAPPY ,UNDER WATER !…………

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WRITER — ANJALI DENANDI , MOM

‘AGAIN’

THE PARENT OF AN INDIAN — VILLAGE — GIRL HAD GONE ON THE SKY , FOREVER ; THEY BECAME STARS , AFTER THEIR DEATH ; THEY WATCHED THEIR DAUGHTER FROM TOO — FAR ; ONE FULL — MOON — SPRING — EVENING , IT WAS , THE 4 TH APRIL , 2015 , SATURDAY , ( 04 , 04 , 2015 ) ; THE GIRL WAS SITTING ON THE BEACH OF THE INDIAN — OCEAN ; SHE LOOKED AND LOOKED AT THOSE STARS ; SUDDENLY , SHE WATCHED THAT , BOTH STARS WERE COMING DOWN FROM THE UPPER — SKY ; SHE SALUTED TO THOSE , THEN ; AT THAT TIME , ON THE UPPER — LAYER OF THE OCEAN’S WATER , THERE WAS FLOATING A SHELLFISH ; IT’S SHELLS WERE OPEN , THEN ; THE GIRL SAW THAT THOSE STARS TOOK PLACE IN THE SHELLFISH’S BODY , AND THEN THE SHELLFISH SHUT IT’S SHELLS , VERY QUICKLY ; THOSE STARS LIVED IN IT , THEN FOR LONG — TIMES ; ONE DAY , THE SHELLFISH BECAME OLD ; THEN IT TOLD TO THAT GIRL , “HEY ! YOU , THE YOUNG LADY ! I SAW YOU FOR LONG — TIME ; YOU CAME HERE FROM YOUR LITTLE — AGE ; AND NOW YOU ARE A YOUNG WOMAN ; DO YOU KNOW , MY DEATH IS VERY NEAR , I FEEL IT IN MY OWN MIND ; AND BEFORE MY DEATH , I SHALL GIFT YOU MY PEARLS , WHICH ARE , FOR LONG TIMES STAYING IN MY OWN BODY ; AND ALSO THESE PAST — STARS , WHICH ARE NOW THE PEARLS , SAY TO ME THAT THEY ARE YOUR PARENT ; CAN YOU ACCEPT ? IF YOU TAKE , THEN WE ALL THREE BECOME TOO- HAPPY ! “ THEN THE YOUNG — LADY SAID , “ OH ! YES , I ACCEPT ; “ THEN THE SHELLFISH GIFTED BOTH PEARLS TO THE PAST — DAUGHTER OF THE PAST — PARENT ; AND THE OYESTER BECAME DEAD , AFTER GIFTING , THEN ; IT‘S DEAD BODY TOOK PLACE IN THE OCEAN , AND TWO PEARLS TOOK PLACE IN THE SHELTER OF THE YOUNG — LADY , WHO WAS THEIR DAUGHTER ; THEN THE WOMAN , MADE A SILVER — RING BY THE PAIR OF THOSE PEARLS , TOGETHER , YES BOTH STAYED SIDE BY SIDE ; THEY WERE PARENT OF THE LADY , YES ; AND THEN SHE WORE THE PEARLS — RING , ON HER LEFT — RING — FINGER ; ALL BECAME VERY HAPPY ; THEY MAINTAINED VERY CLOSE RELATION ; THEY LOVED THE TOUCH AMONG OWNSELVES ,( THEM ) , (THEY WERE THREE ,STAYED TOGETHER ) ; ALWAYS THEY FELT PEACE IN THEIR OWN BODIES , MINDS AND SOULS ……LATER , IN HER DREAM , THE LADY WATCHED THAT , THE SHELLFISH BECAME A GEM , UNDER THE OCEAN’S WATER ; ONE DAY , SHE TOOK BATH ON THE OCEAN , AT A DAWN , SHE FELT THAT A HARD THING WAS TOUCHING UNDER HER RIGHT — FOOT , SHE PICKED IT UP ,THEN AND WATCHED THAT , IT WAS A TOO — NICE — BIG — BRIGHT — VALUABLE — GEM ; YES , IT WAS SEEN ,BY HER , AT PAST , IN HER OWN NIGHT — DREAM , YES , AND THEN , IT WAS IN HER OWN RIGHT — PALM ; HER DREAM BECAME TRUE , THEN , YES ; SHE BROUGHT IT IN HER OWN SHELTER , THEN ; AND , AGAIN , MADE A SILVER — RING , BY IT ; AND ALSO , WORE IT ON HER LEFT — FINGER , AGAIN ; YES , TWO RINGS WERE ON THE SINGLE FINGER TOGETHER ; ALL BECAME TOO- HAPPY ; ALL STAYED TOO — CLOSE , THEY WERE FOUR ,BUT BY HEARTS , THEY WERE ONLY ONE , ….YES….YES….YES….YES… THE NAME OF THE LADY WAS ANJALI ..…YES.…YES…YES…YES… I …I… …I……I……..

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Writer-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

AN ANGEL

An angel lived in a garden . he was very nice ! he created music by his violin , at every — full — moon — night ; when all were in their sleep ; yes , at deep — night ; in the garden , there were so many trees ; on those , so many flowers and fruits ; his fan was a white — owl ; too — young ! the angel was also too — young ! yes , both were too — young ! owl felt his creations ; oh ! too — hearty — music ! the night — bird then danced with his music ; from too- far , the moon enjoyed arts of both ; yes , the music and the dance ; the angel and the owl were too — happy ! they made for each other ; the north — star saluted to them ; the above sky blessed them ; the air loved them ; the flowers gifted sweet — scent ; the fruits came down from the trees and reached in front of them ; then the owl was just side of the angel ; one spring — full — moon — night , both were in their arts , at that time , there came a fairy ; she told , ‘ shall you be my husband ? hey ! you , the angel ! the beautiful ! ‘ then he said to the owl , ‘ hi ! my dear friend ! shall I agree ? ‘ then the owl said , ‘ yes , my dear friend ! ‘ then the fairy made two too — nice — garlands by the lovely flowers and wore ,yes both , the angel and the fairy ; they became couple , then ; the angel created music , the owl danced , and the fairy sang on that night ; yes , at every full — moon — night , they followed it ; with them , in the garden , many fireflies were also in their , ( musician ,dancer and singer- 3 ) joy of arts ; then they gifted their bodies — polite — natural — light ; all were very happy in the fresh — nature ; the calm night filled with the peace ; the trees moved as the great — alive , yes who always gifted the oxygen and foods to all ; the garden became heaven , on the earth . I was that violin of the young — angel ; yes , did you know me ? hello !…………………………………yes , I was the art — creator…………..nonliving……..human — made………………………………

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Writer- mom

‘Little — big’

A little termite lived in a prison-jail , of a king and it was not seen by the king .one day , in that kingdom , came his enemy and that king locked by the enemy .the enemy was too — proud! Then the little — termite started to eat the wooden window of the jail ; after some months , it ate the whole window and the king came out from the jail ; later , he , again fought and won his own kingdom from his enemy ; on his throne , he told , ‘ a little is little for body ; but by own work , a little body is too — big !’ then he saluted to the little termite and said ,’ you are my dear friend , forever .’later , the little termite gifted to the king many little termites who were it’s grandsons and granddaughters . and then it became dead .the king became old then . he had also total , 16 grandsons and granddaughters ; one day , he told to them , ‘ these little termites are your well wishers ;save these, forever ; never kill these ! ‘after some days ,then he died ; and his next generations followed it , forever and ever………………………..

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Writer — anjali denandi , mom

‘Quick-sand’

After puja vacation,the first day,we were going to our school.we accrossed the river DAMODAR.our houses were in village CHAITANYABATI.the school was in village BHANGAMORA.both were in hooghli district;west Bengal;india.we were 3 girls;we read in class 5 .the school was at morning.fog-fog-fog — — — — — — — — we walked in the water……..i was the 1st , behind me other 2 girls;after sometimes, I could not move,I reached under water,my legs entered in the sand;water came up;reached upto my knees;but other 2 , my class mates , they were far from me;so ,they were save;my school bag was floating…….my tiffin box was floating…….my uniform was weting by the water;my shooes were water proof , so those were on my feet.onegirl hold my hair and pulled me ; I came from the quick sand;I reached on the bank;there was no water;all reached on the bank;a fisherman was catching the fishes;he gave me my tiffin box and school bag;we all returned in our house;nobody could reach in our school;my mother stood on the way;but she could not watch anything for fog;we told her ;next day we went to school by another way.the name of our school was BHANGAMORA SARADAMONI BALIKA VIDYALAYA.

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‘A day of my past ‘

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THEN I WAS MISS ANJALI NANDEE;BEFORE MARRIAGE;IN MY TEENAGE;I LIVED IN THE NANDEE BADREE;MY FATHER WAS SHREE DEBI PRASAD NANDEE; NOW HE WAS LATE;IN NANDEE BADREE,THERE WERE MANY NANDEE-FAMILIES;ALL WERE BLOOD-RELATED;THEY WERE ,’GANTEE’;THEY LIVED IN ‘NANDEE-BHITE’;THEY FOLLOWED THE SAME CUSTOMS;ALL WERE SAME CAST,ALSO;’DWADASH-TILI’;MY FAMILY WAS A BIG FAMILY;JOINTFAMILY;THE EARNING PERSION WAS ONLY MY FATHER,ONLY ONE;NOBODY COULD NOT EARN,THEN;MY NAME WAS ANJU ALSO;THEN MY ADDRESS WAS-VILLAGE-CHAITANYABATI;P.O.-BHANGAMORAH;DISTRICT-HOOHGLY;WEST BENGAL;INDIA.

THE DAY WAS ,THE VISWAKARMA PUJA;YESTERDAYI WENT TO OUR KNOWN PERSION’S HOUSES ND INVITED THEM FOR TODAY;I WAS WITH MY GRANDMOTHER;SHE TOLD,’KAAL AANRAADH,PROSAAD KHETE ESO AMAR BAADREE;’I HEARD ALL TALKING THE PEOPLE;THEY SAID,’YES;’THEY THOUGHT THAT THE PROSAAD OF MAA MONSAA WAS TOO-BLISSFUL!YESTERDAY MY MOTHER COOKED MANY…..MANY FOODITEMS ACCORDIN TO THE CUSTOM;,BY HER OWN-HANDS;WHEN SHE COOKEDTHEN SHE WORE A HOLLY DRESS;NOT SPOKE;NOT STOOD;NOT TOOK ANY FOOD,ALSO;SHE STARTED COOKING AT NOON AND COMPLETED AT MIDNIGHT;IT WAS THE BHOG OF MAA MONSAA;AFTER FINISHING OF COOKING,SHE CREATED THE CONCH’S SOUND THAT MEANS HER COOKING WAS COMPLETED;ALL NANDEE FAMILIES COULD UNDERSTOOD IT;EVERY NANDEE FAMILY FOLLOWED THAT RULE,ALSO;ON THE AANRAADH DAY,THE ‘POOJADREE CAME AND PUJA WAS HELD INFRONT OF MAA MONSAA DEBI,THAT WAS THE PLANT OF THE CACTUS WHO WAS THE GODDESS MAA MONSAA;AFTER PUJADREE’S POOJA THEN ALL FAMILIES OF NANDEE BAADREE,OFFERED BHOG TO MAA MONSAA DEBI;IT WAS THE RULE ALSO;MY GRANDMOTHER OFFERED THOSE FOODS TO MAA MONSAA DEBI ON MAMY ‘PAATHORER-THAALAA AND BAATEES’ALSO OFFERDE DRINKING-WATER IN THE’ PAATHORER ‘GLASS;AND THAT DAY NO NANDEE FAMILY COOKED;IT WAS THE CUSTOM;AFTER BHOG OFFERING,WE GAVE FOOD TO INVITED PEOPLE AND ALSO THOSE PEOPLE WHO WERE NOT INVITED BUT CAME FOR EATING THE FOODS;WE ATE ALSO THEN;MY BROTHER WENT WITH HIS KITES ON THE FIELD ;ON THE SKY ,THERE WERE SO MANY KITES WERE FLING;AT AFTERNOON WE WENT WITH MY FATHER TO THE COLDSTOREGES WHERE THE IDOLS OF VISWAKARMA WERE FOR PUJA;TOO-NICE LIGHTING WERE SEEN THERE;AFTER EVENING,WE CAME BACK IN OUR OWN HOUSE;THEN ALSO MANY PEOPLE ATE FOODS ON OUR HOUSE;ALL TOOK FOODS ON THE BANANA-LEAVES;DRANK WATER IN ‘MAATEER-BHAANDR’;AT MIDNIGHT THE EATING WAS FINISHED;MANY PEOPLE CARRIED FOOD S FOR THEIR OWN HOUSES,AFTER THEIR EATING,ALSO;MY MOTHER GAVE THEM THE PACKAGES OF THE FOODS, BY HER OWN HANDS TO THEM;THEN ALL THE FAMILY MEMBERS TOOK REST;THE DAY WAS ,’BHAADRO-SANGKRAANTEE’.

NOW I REMEMBER……….SO NICE DAYS WERE……. !I FELT THEN THE JOY OF WORK ,IN THE JOINTFAMILY;VERY HAPPY DAYS………………..!THE BENGALI FAMILY;THE ‘BONIDEE FAMILY’…………THE GREAT-BENGALEES………………………….’GHOTEE-BAANGAALEES’……………FAMILIES………..OF OLD HINDUS………………………….

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‘ Tour on the islands ‘ ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

From one island to other islands , we are travelling…..here are many islands……….we are travelling by ships…….these are floating on the sea water…………and on it we are enjoying the beauties of the nature . side of the sea , here are mountains……..the clouds are moving on it…….

on the island , we are moving………….it is forest , big-big trees are side of the sea-water . in front of us , we watch that a group of very-black humans . they carry the arrows and bows . they have no dress , on their bodies . their eyes are red . we click their photos . and then they attack us . try to kill us . then we beg our lives . they say some things . but we can not understand . then they take our cameras and through on the hard ground , all break . then they go far from us . and we start walking , again , without our cameras .

then we take seat on the boat , it floats on the sea-water………so many fishes are on the upper layer of the waves . under sun light , these are too-nice !

after some hours , we reach on a beach , we take bath . pick up many sea — shells . watch many corals . also many conchs .

then again return on the boat and come in the forest . and from there we come in our hotel . we drink green coconut’s water .eat sea fishes , also boil rice .

we take rest for some hours , then come on the airport . and then fly…………..reach in our own shelters .

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OVERPROUDY

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a doctor was too-proud for his works . many babies took birth by his hands , from the mother’s wombs . also many lives were created by him in the test tubes . one day , came his old age , and later , also came death in front of him ….and said smilingly , ‘’ can you destroy me , by your powers……of the creations………? I will gift you the sure death . now I will finish your life . can you stop this ending of your life ?………’’ then tears came down from the eyes of the doctor …….and thought that , ‘’ I was too proud on my works but never thought about the powers of the almighty , who is above all , who is the only one the controller of all works of all lives , above of him nobody is in the universe …’’

‘’OVERPROUDY ………EXTRAPROUDY CAN NEVER REALISE OWN LIMIT ‘’

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THE EMOTIONAL-RESPONDS

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I lived in the village CHAITANYABATI , district-hooghli , state-west Bengal , country-india ; then I was a school-girl ; some nights , I heard the barking of the dogs and bitches , together …..by the same tones…………….why ? my village was on a bank of the river — damodar , and on the another bank of the river , the village — bhangamora ; in between of two villages , there was the river with full of water………..by boat people across the river at , only day times and at evening….but , the boat service was not at night ; I was sleeping at night , in my house ; suddenly …….broke my sleep….i woke ………..and heard the sounds of barking came from the far village — bhangamora …………which was on the bank of the another side of the river……….and for it , the dogs and bitches of my lane were barking with the same tones of those far barking……………why ? I became surprise………….then also woke the other members of my family……………then I asked them , ‘’ why these dogs and bitches are barking from here , as the same tones of those far barking ? ‘’ then my mom answered , ‘’ the emotional responds…….’’ and my pop said , ‘’ the natural responds…..’’

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Swami Vivekananda

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The great Hindu monk of the India , his name is Swami Vivekananda . He was born at Kolkata , in the West Bengal . At Kolkata . , he read and lived also , with his own family . His father was Shree Viswanath Dutta , and his mother was shreemati Vuvaneswari debi . He had brothers and sisters also . In his student life , he was very intelligent ! Also too-brave ! Then his name was Shree Narendranath Dutta . His mother called him , ‘’ Vile . ‘’

When he was a young man , then he connected with the great Hindu monk , Shree Ramkrishna Paramhansdev at Dahshineswar Kali temple , of the Kolkata . It is situated on the bank of the Hooghli river . The founder of the temple , was Rani Rashmoni Devi . By Pramhansdev , Narendrenath , became the Hindu monk and then his name was , Swami Vivekananda .Shree Ramkrishnadev was his Gurudev .

By his own feet , he travelled , the whole India . Also he went to Chikago , as the Hindu monk of the India .

He wrote many books ….Raj yog , Gan yog , Karma yog , Bhakti yog etc.

He built the Belur Ramkrishna Math , at Howrah District of the West Bengal and Kanyakumari temple , in the Indian Ocean .

Now Ramkrishna Maths and Missions are in the whole World .

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Q . 1. READ THE STORY AND FILL UP THE BLANK .

A . Sw………..mi V………ve………..an………n………..a .

B . I …….te………………..ig…………nt .

C . Kan…………ak………..ma……….i .

Q . 2 . WRITE YES OR NO .

A . Shree Viswanath Dutta was his Guru Jee . (……………………….)

B . He was born at New Delhi . (……………………………..)

C . The India is a country and the West Bengal is a state . (……………………………………..)

Q . 3 . WRITE THE 4 NAMES OF HIS BOOKS WHICH WERE WRITTEN BY HIM .

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Q . 4 . MATCH THE FOLLOWING . IN THE BRACKET WRITE THE CORRECT LETTERS .

A . MOTHER …………………… SHREE RAMKRISHNA PARAMHANSDEV . (……………………)

B . FATHER ……………………. SHREEMATI VUVANESWARI DEVI . (……………………)

C . GURU JEE ………………………. SHREE VISWANATH DUTTA . (……………………..)

Q . 5 . WRITE THE CORRECT ANSWAR .

A . KANYAKUMARI IS IN CHIKAGO .

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B . KOLKATA IS THE CAPITAL OF THE INDIA .

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C . INDIAN OCEAN IS , AT THE NORTH SIDE OF THE INDIA .

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Q . 6 . WRITE THE OPPOSITE WORD .

A . INTELLIGENT — ……………………………………………………..

B. YOUNG — ……………………………………………………………………

C . BRAVE — …………………………………………………………………….

Q . 7 . M . C . Q .

A . THE CHILDHOOD NAME OF SWAMI JEE WAS –

a . Shree Narendranath Dutta .

b . Shree Madhusudhan Dutta .

c . Shree Surendranath Dutta .

B . The Dakshineswar Kali temple is at –

a . Gujrat .

b . West Bengal .

c . kerela .

C . Belur Math of Howrah District is in the –

a . Pakisthan .

b . Bangladesh .

c . China .

Q . 8 . WRITE THE RIGHT WORD .

A . STTEDUN

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B . SSTREI

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C . AOECN

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Q . 9 . ONE WORD ANSWER .

A . IN WHICH STATE OF THE INDIA , SWAMI JEE LIVED ?

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B . WRITE THE NAME OF THE GURU DEV OF SWAMI JEE .

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C . ON WHICH BANK OF THE RIVER , THE DAKSHINESWAR KALI TEMPLE IS SITUATED ?

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Q . 10 . WRITE THE SENTENSE CORRECTLY .

A . SWAMI JEE THE WAS MONK HINDU .

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B . CHIKAGO WENT SWAMIJEE AT .

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C . RANI FOUNDER THE OF TEMPLE KALI THE DAKSHINESWAR OF WAS RASHMONIDEVI .

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A BRIGHT DAY

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It was a bright day. I was on the waves. Many birds were flying above me. The bright sun was on the very far sky. Very far from the water, on the sand , there were many old rejected boats. all were useless, broken. some birds were playing on those. also made nest in those. spider — webs were there. the air was blowing………some boats were floating on the waves…….some people were on those , also . side of the useless boats, on the sand , there was moving a too-big-elephant , on it two little-boys and with them , an old man, also . the waves could not touch them. after some times, all came down from the elephant , and took bath on the waves. all swam. also there were many people, who were enjoying on the water. I talked with the old man. yes , he was the grand father of those boys. he told me his address. and said , ‘’ please ! you shall come in my house ! ‘’ I said, ‘’ yes. ‘’ then I returned in my own house. I did not know , what they did ? next day , at afternoon, I reached in his house. he gifted me a manuscript, and said, ‘’ yesterday you told that , you are a publisher; please ! publish it ! ‘’ also he gave me fruits for eating. after some time , I returned in my house from his house. later, I published it. but , then , he was not on the earth. when I went in his house with his book , then his grandsons said, ‘’ our grandfather is not with us, now; he is in heaven, now; ‘’ I saw , tears came down from their eyes , then. I put the book on the table , in front of his picture and saluted to him. he got great success, after his death. yes I sold many copies of his books…………………………….and also , he became world famous , after his death……………..

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THE BOY , NAREN ( SWAMI VIVEKANANDA )

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when swami Vivekananda was a boy , then he was too-naughty and also brave . he played with his friends in a garden of his neighbour . it was in kolkata , west bengal , india . all the boys hanged from the high — branch of the tree . they hold the branches by their legs that is , legs were towards the top and their heads were towards the ground . the wonar of the garden , became frighten . he told , ‘’ on the tree , here lives a ghost ; he breaks your all heads ; go away from the tree . ‘’ then all the boys went far from the tree . but naren did not go from the tree . and he said , ‘’ if , the ghost was on the tree , why he did not break our heads at past days ; we play here for long days . why it breaks our heads , now ? don’t be frighten ! don’t be foolish ! come on ! friends ! hang , again !’’ then all friends came and all hanged again . the wonar returned from the garden , in his own house then . the boy naren was swami Vivekananda . the great monk of the world .

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