THE DIARY OF A HOUSEWIFE

The Misfortune Cookie I looked at my brand new, neat, digital clock. It said the time was 8PM. Which means I had to eat dinner. I went to the kitchen. No food was prepared. I couldn’t just make food magically appear, could I? But I had a plan, like I always do. No way I was going to stay alive without any food even for one night! I saw my old-fashioned smartphone lying on the dining table. I realized that that night, I wasn’t going to be needing my dining table. I picked up my phone and searched “restaurants near me” I found a Chinese restaurant nowhere but one kilometre away from me. I left my apartment and took the lift downstairs. I am not really in the mood for a walk. Hitchhiking will be a terrible idea. I don’t have my own car. What should I do? I thought. I had no bright ideas. I had to walk one kilometre. It was a major inconvenience. You may not think so, but I do. I eventually reached the Chinese restaurant. It was looking good from the outside. A sign

Victorious and Glorious  A Poem By Ahan Sharma E pidemics and pandemics, Ravaging humanity, Changing the course of history, Taking over the body, Sparing Nobody. P eople in good health, Attacked by disease, Civilizations collapsed and laid waste, Bringing devastation in its wake Sometimes signalling the end… End of the HUMAN RACE   S preading, quickly, Spreading fast, In numbers very vast, Gloom everywhere it cast And epidemics and Pandemics have shaped our very past. T here are few ways, To prevent this disgrace, One of them, A vaccine, a treatment, or a cure, Another of them, Staying safe, and being brave Another reason, Last not least, Excellent immunity W ith new technology and medicine, The risk nowadays,                        is miniscule, And most survive, And stay alive, And continue with their regular lives. L essons learnt; habits changed Medicine has us better prepared.   We may be Scarred a