Opera

*The first rule in opera is the first rule in life:see to everything yourself.*
Hi,everyone;as you all know that a few days ago we 7th graders presented our annual opera. Let us talk more briefly about it by a conversation.
Two girls are talking about our annual opera.

Riya: Hi,Ramya. Did you see the annual opera presented by 7th graders?

Ramya: Oh,yes it was very nice and they made sure that nothing went wrong.

Riya: I didn't understand what they took as their theme and what they were expressing on the stage. Can you explain me?

Ramya: Yes,of course. Their theme was 'FLAVOURS OF LIFE' and they wanted to express the feelings and expressions which we follow throughout our life,from the moment we are born till the minute we die.

Riya: It is great!

Ramya: You will see more. They explained all the emotions elaborately.

Riya: Great! Can you explain each of them?

Ramya: Yes. The first one is Shringar Ras, it is love feeling. What would happen if Radha and Krishna's love story was not there? Next,Karuna Ras, it is sad feeling. What would happen if we didn't feel bad about the soldiers who gave their today for tomorrow?

Riya: Oh,very interesting!

Ramya: Shant Ras is a feeling that keeps us calm. What would happen if we would not be calm in such situations? Adbhuta Ras is a wonder feeling. What would happen if we were not surprised when people gave us surprising gifts?

Ramya: I have to leave now.

Riya: Ok,bye!

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy...

You may be gone from my sight... But you are never gone from my heart.

Hi everyone I am a torn toy, my hands are torn and even neck and I was thrown on the street. A man saw me and stitched me up and kept me in a second hand shop. One day, I saw too many girls gathering at the door. I thought if the door is split open, then they would have crashed the shelf for the dolls; as I thought happened. My friends were having lovely owners but I was on the floor all alone; it was like my friends abandoned me. Do you know why I was thrown on the street and torn? I will say you my story.

It was a beautiful and rainy day. I was manufactured in a factory and putt up in a doll shop. Two(too) lovely parents came to take a doll to their 1 year old daughter: they picked me up and took me to their home. I was very happy while I was travelling and the scene(seen) was nice. When we reached back home I saw that she was very happy and cute. She used to play with me very lovely. The time passed on and she played with me till she was 5 years old. Her parents used to bring more dolls for her but she denied to play with them because she loved me very much. After a month we were shipping to another house and that was very weird to me because most of my friends lost their lovely owners because of house shipping.

I was at the end of  the truck door and unfortunately I fell down. After a few moments Meera(girl's name) got to know about me that I fell down but she forgot where she lost me? After an hour a dog came tore me. A small girl came,took me up and went to her home. She was a farmer's daughter. She kept me well till she was 10 years old. One fine evening her father bought another beautiful doll for her, so she threw me away torn; I think now you know why I was torn and thrown on the street. I wish you all also not to abandon any doll of your's. All the best to my friends!!👍👍