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When Papa Scolded Me
To The Memory Of A Lion
The Triumphant Smile
The Turkish Cap
The Goose Thieves
In A Guava Orchard
All Because Of My Hair
The Pink Card
Hanuman And I
That Sunday Morning
The Boy From Standard III
At The Party
The Unforgettable Journey
Varunkaka's Lemonade Pals
Illustrated by Subir Roy and Geeta Verma
I stood on the deck of S.S. Rajula. As she
slowly moved out of Madras harbour, I waved to
my grandparents till I could see them no more.
I was thrilled to be on board a ship. It was a new
experience for me.
"Are you travelling alone?" asked the person
standing next to me.
"Yes, Uncle, I'm going back to my parents in
Singapore," I replied.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Vasantha," I replied.
I spent the day exploring the ship. It looked
just like a big house. There were furnished rooms,
a swimming pool, a room for indoor games, and
a library. Yet, there was plenty of room to 11111
The next morning the passengers were seated
in the dining hall, having breakfast. The loudspeaker spluttered noisily and then the captain's voice came loud and clear. "Friends we have just
received a message that a storm is brewing in the
Indian Ocean. I request all of you to keep calm.
Do not panic. Those who are inclined to sea3
sickness may please stay in their cabins. Thank
There was panic everywhere. An old lady prayed aloud, "Oh God! Have mercy on us. My only son is waiting for me in Singapore."
A gentleman consoled her, "Don't worry,
Madam, it's only a warning. We may not be
affected at all."
Another lady, who was sitting beside me, looked very ill. "Not rough weather! I'm already seasick. A rough sea will be the end of me!" I could not understand why all the elders were
so upset. I remembered the several sea adventures I had read. Excitedly, I turned to the elderly gentleman sitting next to me. "Uncle, won't it be thrilling to face a storm on board a steamer?
Have you ever been on a ship during a storm?"
"It can be quite unpleasant, you know," he replied rather severely. "I remember a time when the ship on which I was travelling ran off course.
We were wandering on the ocean for a couple of
I remembered my class teacher, an English woman, telling us in class one day, "When I crossed the English Channel on my way to Singapore,
there was a big storm near Gibraltar. The ship
rocked to and fro. Everything in the cabins rolled up and down. Even the heavy pianos in the lounge went crashing against the walls."
This made my imagination run wild. Turning
to 'Uncle' again, I said, "Wouldn't it be...
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