An Autobiography of a Mango Tree

                                                        An Autobiography of a Mango Tree

Sir,

Hello! I am mango tree. People call me the "King of Fruits " tree because l give sweet and tasty mangoes. I am the biggest and oldest! Today l will tell you the story of my life.

My journey started many years ago as a tiny seed. Someone ate a mango and  threw the seed on the ground. That seed was me!  I don't know what type of life l would have with sun, rain, animals and people. I stayed on the ground for many days.

One day it rained so heavily. The soil became soft  and slowly i went into the earth. It was dark and quiet. Then, rain and sunlight made me grow. I came out of the seed and slowly, went down into the soil.  It was not easy, but I keep going. One day, l came out of the ground. I was a small green plant looking at the sun for the first time.

At that time, l was very weak. The wind was strong, and the rain was heavy, but the soil kept me safe there. I started growing little by little.

A kind farmer saw me and decided to take care of me. He gave me  water and protected me. l started to grow slowly. I felt happy. My leaves became  green and shiny. I  was growing into a tree. Birds started  to sit on me. Some butterflies come and dance around my leaves.

Years passed, now, I was bigger, stronger and taller. My branches spread wide. l gave shade to children, youngers, elders and animals. Peoples laughed, sang songs and sometimes even hugged me. l felt very proud and happy.

One year, I saw something new. Tiny flowers grew on my branches. They were small and good smelling. Bees and butterflies came to them. After some time, those flowers changed into small green fruits. Slowly, they became yellow and ripe. I had grown my first mangoes!

The farmer and his family were very happy. They picked the mangoes from me and ate them. "So tasty and yummy !" they said. I felt proud and happy that I gave such happiness and joy to the peoples.

Every year, i gave more mangoes. People came from faraway places to taste them. Some climbed on my branches and picked the fruits. And some sat under me and rested. I was feeling happy because I gave food, shade and happiness to peoples and as well as animals. Many birds made their nest under on me. Squirrels played on my trunk. In short, i was home for many tiny animals.

Seasons changed every year. In spring , I grew new leaves. In summer, i gave fruits. In monsoon, i drank a lot of water. In winter, i rested. Each season was different, and i enjoyed them all.

One day, a woodcutter came with an axe. He wanted to me cut down. I was very scared. But the farmer stopped him. "This tree is very useful" he said. "It gives fruit and shade. Do not harm it." The woodcutter went away. I was safe again.

As time passed, l grew old. My bark became rough , and some of my branches became weak. But still, i gave fruits and shades. The farmer's children had grown up. They brought their own children to play under me. I had become a part of their family.

I have seen many things in my life. I saw children grow into adults. I saw bird came and went. I saw storms and sunshine. I saw happiness and sadness as well. But through all this, I stood tall and gave my best to everyone.

Today, I am an old mango tree. My roots go deep into the ground. My branches still try to reach the sky. I am proud of my life. I did not move from my place, but I became a part of many lives.  Peoples, birds and animals - all found something from me.

I hope l live for many more years and continue to give fruits, shade, love and happiness to everyone who comes near me.

This is the story of my life - the life of a mango tree.

Yours obediently

Pooja Choudhary 

Class 10

Session 2024-25 

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KHEJRI TREE

                         THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KHEJRI TREE

I am a Khejri tree, known scientifically as Prosopis cineraria.

I stand tall and silent in golden sand of Rajasthan, where the land is dry , the sun is harsh and rains are rare .

You may pass by me thinking I am just another desert tree but I hold centuries of stories, wisdom and silent sacrifices.

My story began long ago, when I was a tiny seed drifting in desert wind .

I don't know where I would land or whether I would survive.

But fate dropped me into patch of soil, and there, I began my journey.

It was not easy. The ground was dry, the was strong, and the water was rare .

But I did not give up. I sent my roots deep into the earth and slowly began to grow.

As years passed, I became stronger.

My branches stretched toward the sky. My trunk grew thick, my leafs whispered in the wind.

Birds, made nests in my branches.

Squirrels played on my trunk. Insects and small animal found shelter in me .

Even in hottest summer, when other plants died , I stayed green .

That's why people call me "Sanjharo" -the one who remains green even in drought.

Farmers see me as a friend.

They rest in my shade after working in the fields. I help the soil stay healthy and protect it from blowing away.

My pods, called sangri, are collected and used make tasty dishes like ker-sangri.

My leaves are food for goats and camels. My wood is used for cooking food.

Even in droughts, I give something to everyone.

I have seen many things in my life,

Children laughing and playing in under me, farmers praying for rain,

villager gathering for shade and rest.

 am also a scared tree.

People tie threads around my trunk and pray.

The Bishnoi community protect me with great respect.

More than 350 years ago, a brave women named Amrita Devi gave her life to protect me.

Along with her, over 360 people sacrificed their in Khejri massacre.

That is why I'm not just a tree, I am a symbol of courage and nature's protector.

 But now I am worried.

Many of my brothers and sisters are being cut down for roads and buildings.

People forget that I am a protector of desert life.

Even today I stand silently.

I wait for someone to sit under my shade and listen to my story.

I hope children like you will care for me and tell other how important I am.

Dear reader, I am more than just wood and leaves. I am tradition, life ,and survival.

I am Khejri tree - simple, strong and always giving

 

Kritika Vaishnav

Roll no. 826

Class 10

Session 2025-26 

The Truthful Kings

 

                                                                                [The Truthful Kings]

The images of the three truthful kings were created using AI. The image of the Buddha was taken from the internet. The images of the Dharm Chakra and the Conch were also taken from the internet. Minor corrections in the images were done. Then, all these images were arranged, inscription in Hindi were added and finally we got the above image. 

This final  image (or collage) requires further improvements in detail. However, it is still beautiful enough and gives great messages. These messages are important; not the details of the images.

A Paragraph on Modiji

 

Modiji

Modiji’s full name is Narendra Damodardas Modi. He was born on 17 September 1950 at Vadnagar in Gujarat. He comes from a middle class family. It is said that as a child he helped his father in selling tea at Vadnagar railway station. He abandoned his household life to serve and unite the people of India. He became the 14th Prime Minister of India. He solved many political, religious and economical issues and paved path for the countrymen to progress in all spheres of life. Under his leadership the Indians and the NRIs got better opportunities, more success and higher reputation all over the world. Modiji is the most popular leader in India and in the world. He is indeed a world leader.