Category: Ekya JP Nagar
My Inspiration Towards Doodling by Dheer Banerjee, Grade 5
The first question everybody asks an author or an artist is “ Who or What is the inspiration for your artwork? ”Well in my case, my inspiration for doodling is my best friend and classmate Priam. When I was in my...
Playing the piano – By Niranjana Arun, Grade 6
Playing the piano When I first got you, I was overwhelmed with joy. Now you are just standing there, Collecting dust like a toy. One day I walk up to you, And pull out your covers. Realising you were part...
Independence Day at Ekya School JP Nagar
Ekya School JP Nagar put up a heart-warming show on the occasion of the 73rd Independence Day. We have not forgotten the sacrifices, made by the Indian masses to set up a country of their own, 73 years after gaining...
Proud Indian……Read Indian By Ms. Priyanka Ghosh
Harry Potters and Artemis Fowls fly off the library shelves. The Indian books quietly gather dust. We wear our patriotism on our sleeves but when it comes to reading Indian books there is a strange anathema that engulfs young readers....
Monday Morning by Rohit Maiyya
Monday Morning My Monday morning started like this, I woke up in the morning To find my father pulling me out of bed Waking up early was surely not my strength So as I trudged downstairs like a zombie I...
Grandparents visit to Ekya School JP Nagar
Grandparents are the best teachers when it comes to learning valuable lessons like giving charity, being polite or even basic etiquettes like being respectful to your neighbors. They shower our kids with love but also know when to pull strings...
Awaited – Poem by Urja Srivastava
AWAITED The awaited time of the year, Summer vacations are finally here! We do what we do the best, Studies go and have some rest… The first month up, Playing it cool, The first month down, Worried about school. Arts...
Sunrise by Dhrishya Mohan Reddy
Sunrise The darkness of night comes to an end, A faint orange glow starts to transcend. The clouds in the sky, take on some colours, The hues transform until there are many colours. Crimson and yellow, purple and...
The view from my window by Vipin Lokesh
The view from my window The view from my window Was the opposite of a fallow I could not help but think What would change once I blink. I was eager to draw This contrast of an abyss It was...