Ajay had been promoted from grade seven to eight. He was, after all, a bright student. However, he had a secret fear gnawing at him. It was practical science. He had begun to loathe this class, simply because he was allergic to the human skeleton kept in the biology laboratory. Ajay loved science as a Read more…

‘Just imagine!’ Ayesha exclaimed. ‘We’ll be seeing him in person in a few hours!’ ‘Ooh! What a wonderful day!’ remarked Ruth. ‘Keep your autograph books handy,’ said Vaidehi. ‘And pens, too.’ ‘Yes, there will be a huge crowd,’ said Balwinder. ‘I hope we can get close to where he’d be.’ ‘…and perhaps shake hands with Read more…