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SOULMATE

This painting portrays the love of Mermaid Angels. The painting have been done in a Hand Made Paper with Febric Colour - by Cindy Dasel, 10B, iBuddy Charity School

THE SACRIFICE

This painting represent the sacrificing of Isaac by Abraham to God. It represent the unmatched love of Abraham towards God the Father. The painting have been done in a Hand Made Paper with Febric Colour - by Cindy Dasel, 10B, iBuddy Charity School

THE GOOD SHEPARD

This painting represent Jesus Christ as a Good Shepard. The painting have been done in a Hand Made Paper with Febric Colour - by Cindy Dasel, 10B, iBuddy Charity School

AUGUST HEAT : A STORY ABOUT STRENGTH AND WILL POWER

August Heat was a little city mouse who lived peacefully in a big house. The house had all the comforts any mouse could ever dream of; there was always warm water to bathe in, hot food, plenty of clothes and whatever else. A rather unusual kind of mouse lived with August. His name was Percy Veering, and despite all those comforts, every day he would give something up. He could quite easily wash in cold water as if it were warm, or chew leeks as though they were lumps of cheese. The worst was when he tried to convince August that acting in this way would be for his own good. "Come on, man, you'll make yourself stronger. You're becoming a real softy!", Percy would say to him. And poor August would turn away, snuggle into his blanket, and read a good book, wondering how there could be such stupid people around. Misfortune would have it that, one night, so much snow fell on the city that our two friends' little mouse-house was completely snowed in and cut off from the outside world. They tried to get out, but the cold was intense, and they didn't think they could dig a tunnel through so much snow. They decided to wait it out. The days went by, and still the snow remained; now there was no food left. Percy endured it quite well, but August - deprived of his hot baths, his food, and his warm shelter, was on the verge of losing control. He was a cultured kind of a mouse, who had studied widely; he knew that he wouldn't be able to stand more than three days without food. This was the same amount of time they had worked out they would need to dig a tunnel through the snow. They now had no choice but to get digging. But as soon as he touched that cold snow, August turned away. He couldn't do it. Not with something so terribly cold, not even as hungry as he was, not even knowing that he would soon die! Percy, though, managed it quite well, and started digging, all the time encouraging his friend to do the same. But August was paralysed; he just could not stand such terrible conditions. He couldn't even think straight. Then he looked at Percy, 'that idiot', and understood that that mouse was a lot wiser than he looked. Unlike himself, Percy had trained himself to do things because he really wanted to do them, and not just because they were the most appealing things to do at any given moment. He could order his legs to dig regardless of whether they were purple with cold - something which was impossible for August, no matter how much he wanted to do it. And with those thoughts, and a tear of helplessness, he lay down upon the mountain of feathers that was his bed, ready to let himself die. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was in heaven; the face of an angel was smiling at him. But then with great joy he realised that it was just a nurse. She told him they had been treating him for days, ever since a very brave mouse had arrived at the hospital, his four legs frozen, and given instructions on where to find August. Then the brave mouse had passed out. When August ran to thank Percy for all his help, he found him standing up, having greatly recovered. Percy had lost several fingers, and an ear, but he looked cheerful enough. August felt very guilty since he hadn't lost a thing. Percy told him, "Don't worry, if it hadn't been for those fingers and that ear, I wouldn't be here either. What better use could they have had?!" Of course, they continued to be great friends, but August no longer thought of Percy as an idiot. By Percy's side he set about regaining control over his own pampered and demanding little body, each day giving up one of those unnecessary comforts of modern mouse life.

POEM : HERITAGE

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills, Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills. We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier, Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer. Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air, A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer. A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play, Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day. This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged, An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged. In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled, Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old. The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men, The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when… They all had come from yesterday to help me understand Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land. A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear, But as the morning went along the reason got real clear. They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed, The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed. Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today, Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away. They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by; An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh. The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays, When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways. We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone, An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone. At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind, The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind. The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years, An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers. I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need, But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead. We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth, Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth. The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap, The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep, An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before, To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

MANGO MILK SHAKE RECIPE

Ingredients for Mango Shake Recipe: o Mango peeled and sliced 3 o Almonds blanched and peeled 15 o Seedless dates soaked o Sugar 8 tablespoons o Milk 4 cups o Chocolate syrup 50 milliliters o Vanilla ice cream 4 scoops Method: Step 1- Blend together mangoes, almonds, dates, sugar and milk till smooth consistency. Step 2- Pour the shake into four glasses. Step 3- Pour chocolate sauce and top with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and serve chilled

FACE BEHIND THE SHADOW

A face of a beautiful lady is done in contrast of light and shadow. This painting have been done in a Hand-Made paper with Poster Colour. Name : Cindy Dasel Class : 10 Section : B School : iBuddy Charity School

GANESHA

A beautiful picture of Lord Ganesha. This painting have been done in a Hand-Made paper with Poster Colour. Name : Cindy Dasel Class : 10 Section : B School : iBuddy Charity School

LOVE : HUMAN AND NATURE

Love exist not only between human beings but also between human and nature. This painting portrays the love that exist between human and nature. This painting have been done in a Hand-Made paper with Poster Colour. Name : Cindy Dasel Class : 10 Section : B School : iBuddy Charity School

INNOCENCE

The innocence of a child is reflected in this painting. This painting have been done in a Hand-Made paper with Poster Colour. Name : Cindy Dasel Class : 10 Section : B School : iBuddy Charity School