Mystery Books


Bone-chilling, spine tingling

Quivering with apprehension

Words entwined with mystery

Expressing unfathomable tension.


That feeling when you open

A new mystery book to read

Is it crime? Is it horror?

Worth giving any heed?


Gingerly open the volume

Skip the prologue (don’t we all!)

Dive into the literary goodness

Into the story our mind does crawl.


The crime hasn’t even occurred

But your head’s buzzing with guesses

When will the culprit be announced?

Who’ll be the one who confesses?


As the story goes your heart

Stops when the spooks begin

The way author writes it

Makes you witness the scene within.


With crazy happenings popping

Clues and hints dropped to examine

All the characters, crimes and mysteries

Into your excited brain you start cramming.


When the books starts to end

You reading in frozen concentration

Does the mystery be solved

Led by the story’s intuition.


It’s that strange tingling feeling

When the mind registers the brilliance

Of how the plot has been unfolded

Making teeth grinded by millions.


These clandestine secret tales

So chilling, you end with a shudder

But as your soul yearns for more

You can’t wait to dive into another.

Paddy-Paw and the Tale of the Turtle

Hello friends! Hope you like this little story of Paddy-Paw’s silly antics, and how he is out-smarted yet again by a smart little turtle. ENJOY! 😀

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Paddy-Paw was a child jaguar. He was a bit silly. He was also a bit of a glutton, and so his mother gave him some instructions so that Paddy-Paw’s tummy could be satisfied when it was not.
“Paddy-Paw, Paddy-Paw, now you listen to me
Keep your eyes and ears open so you can hear and see.”
And so Paddy-Paw listened and opened his ears and eyes.
“Now, Paddy-Paw, you are a lovely little child, and I don’t want you to be hungry. So I am telling you how to satisfy that tummy of yours. First, whenever you see a prey, don’t let the prey see you. When he does, talk to him, softly, and be nice to him. If there is anything you can do to make him tastier, do it. When you feel it is the time, eat him,” she said knowledgably. “I am going away for a few days, so you have to get your own food. Be well!” and she cuddled him and went away.
Paddy-Paw was having mixed signals. He felt very responsible but also a bit scared. He had never caught his own food before! But he wanted to make his mummy happy, silly though he was, and so he gave it a try. He didn’t want to go up and look for some animal, though. But he needn’t have worried- opportunity came knocking on his door- literally!
He heard a knock on his door, and realised it was snowing quite heavily. Then he saw a little turtle who was shivering. Remembering his mother’s words, he quickly hid behind.
The turtle raised his eyebrows. He was very intelligent, and thought it was pointless for Paddy-Paw to hide when he had clearly seen him. “I saw you,” said the turtle. Paddy-Paw foolishly jumped back.
“Oh, did you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sweetness. Probably realising who stupid he sounded, he spoke a bit normally after that. “What’s wrong, my friend?”
“The weather, it is horrible! Please let me in for shelter! I’ll probably die with cold,” replied the turtle ruefully.
Paddy-Paw was about to say no, but remembered in time he was supposed to be kind. He agreed.
As soon as the turtle was in, he locked the door. He said evilly to the turtle “YOU ARE CAUGHT!” The turtle was horrified. But his wits came to his rescue. “Oh, you clever soul! But please let me stay for three days, so you can feed me and fatten me up before you eat me!”
This seemed like quite a good plan to Paddy-Paw. He glared at the Turtle. “Okay. But only three days, mind you! On the fourth day I shall gobble you up.”
The next three days the turtle received beautiful treatment. When the turtle had given Paddy-Paw the idea of fattening him up, Paddy-Paw did! He gave him the most delicious things to eat. The turtle enjoyed them thoroughly and kept asking for more, giving the excuse that he wanted Paddy-Paw to feel happier when he ate him!
Both the turtle and the jaguar waited excitedly for the fourth day of the turtle’s visit. As soon as the turtle woke up, the jaguar confronted him. “YOU’RE DINNER!” he cried.
The turtle instantly jumped up. “Yes, Jaguar sir,” he said respectfully. “But as for you to enjoy me, I must go have a bath, for who likes to eat a mouldy-smelling turtle?” Paddy-Paw agreed, and showed him the way to the bathroom. But the turtle shook his head. “To make myself taste really good, I must bathe in the Pure River first, which is in front of your house. Please, may I go there?”
Paddy-Paw remembered that his mother told him to make his prey as tasty as possible, so he gave the Turtle permission to bathe in the Pure River. As the jaguar didn’t like to swim, he didn’t accompany him. And so the turtle vanished into the depths of the river and Paddy-Paw waited, and waited, and waited. It wasn’t long before he realised the trick played on him and he realised his folly.
“Oh, I lost my dinner because of my stupidity,” he said, clutching at his fur. “I’ll never be silly again!”
Poor old Paddy-Paw! I doubt he will ever lose his silliness, though!
the end


Banana, as we all know, is a fruit with yellow peel and white inner, which some people find tasty and others not. Today, I tell you the story of how some of this lovely fruit came to use…
There was a poor but nice family who lived under the rule of King Ode, who was very nice. He often when to random houses in his country to see how they got on. One day, that poor family heard a rumour that the king was coming to their home! Now, the situation was bad. There was only one thing that the poor family had which was fit for a guest to eat- and that was their bananas! However, that did not help the situation as what kind of sense would it make to serve a banana to the king?
The mother, Mrs Lal, cried to her son, “beta, please go and check if there are any bananas which are nice in the kitchen? Do be quick!” so off rushed her son.
He came back. “Ma, we don’t have anything except bananas. Surely we cannot feed a banana to the raja?”
“No, we can’t, beta.” She said, worried.
The father, Mr Lal, had a suggestion. “Let me experiment, please. I will try and make something with the banana,” he said. The others agreed, ready to try anything at the moment. After all, who could blame them? The raja was coming!
They heard a whole lot of sizzling and frying in the kitchen. Mr Lal smashed the bananas to pulp, added some flour and sugar to it and mixed it up. Once the batter hardened, he made little balls out of it and cooked them.
Mr Lal just put the things on a plate and covered it, but before the rest of the family could see, the great, the majestic, the royal, raja Ode arrived!
He was welcomed inside the small house. He was very kind and talked to the family more or less like equals. Finally, Mr Lal said to the raja “Raja, please accept the family special: Bangali Kola Boda! The cover was taken off, to reveal some strange looking food:
It was brown and small, like a mini pakoda. They let the king eat, hopeful looks on their faces. The kind looked at it. “Is this some sort of new dish? I have never seen it before!” The family nervously nodded. And slowly watched the king put it into his mouth and… WOW! These were the king’s words. He loved them! The Lals nearly cried with relief. They ate it themselves, and were marvelled at the lovely taste!
And ever since then, it is a Bengali tradition to make them. And now we know the wonderful story of the even more wonderful food:

KOLA BODA! :mrgreen:
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this story of the Kola Bodas. I wrote it last year and wanted to share it with you guys. 😀


Reading Books


Reading Books

Hello friends!
Today’s poem is a little cheesy. Yep, I admit it! It doesn’t have much of a deep meaning. Not too much to read between the lines. I wrote this one for an assembly at class, and our topic was ‘Reading Books.’ So it is a little more of a “Read it and liked it” kind of poem more than the usual “Read it and still thinking about it.” My classmates kind of loved it though!
It isn’t too bad though. Here hoes….

When you want lasting joy
You don’t need a children’s toy
The thing for which you need to look
Is just a simple story book
And when you start, Oh My, Oh My,
Books shall definitely satisfy!
Dissolving into world of dreams
As you read your smile beams
Books on shelves line by line
All of them are simply divine!
In castles kings and queens do dwell
Pirates hunt for treasure as well
Weird splotches of fuzzy blue light
Stars gleaming in the deep blue night.
JK Rowling’s wizardry
Roald Dahl’s fascinating fantasy
Famous cookbooks for the kitchens
Grasping stories by Mr Dickens
Blyton tales better than one could
Geronimo Stiltion as good as good!
In Jane Austen’s tales we are lost
Enrapturing verses by Robert Frost.
Reading ignites inside us a fire
Books fill our hearts desire.




A creature so beautiful
With deep piercing eyes
Head to back a mauve mane
Does smoothly rise.
White skin with pinkish tinge
And softly padded feet
So kind and friendly to innocent souls
Though to enemies quite discreet.
Slender muscles yet so strong
A very brave and courageous mind
This wondrous benevolent individual
In the fairy tales we can find.
But don’t lose heart my friend
You may think fairy tales aren’t real
But keep looking inside yourself
It’s still there, you’ll feel.
And when your head rests upon the pillow
You go to the princess castle so grand
You’ll meet the mesmerising being
Grazing round the grassy land.
Yes, you’ll see the unicorn!
Its whinny so pure and light!
You mount upon and then you shall
On it set high up flight.
Those strong muscles to run on land
Now soar through pearly clouds
You’ll be the one and only in
The sky’s cool windy crowds.
You’ll throw your hands in utter delight
And your brave yet compassionate friend
Shall smile wisely and with a laugh
More joy to you will send.
You’ll ride and enjoy with Unicorn
Until the sky hues purple and yellow
When suddenly you hear a shout:
And you’ll wake up to reality
Your mum shaking you awake
But you’ll know the unicorn exists
And is not and never will be fake.