BanyanTrees July Edition

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For this month’s issue we have tried to unravel the various facets of the number Seven. We asked people what they can create with the number “seven” and this issue holds the answer. The number seven has such colorful facts surrounding it that you cannot disregard it. The seven continents and the seven seas, the seven wonders of the world, the seven virtues and the seven deadly sins, the seven heavens and the seven fires in hell, why even the seven horcruxes of Lord Voldemort! We hope you have fun unraveling this magical number as you flip through these pages. Happy reading!

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  • LetterfromtheeditorReaders,Forthismonthsissuewehavetriedtounravelthevariousfacetsof thenumberSeven.Weasked peoplewhat theycan createwiththenumbersevenandthis issueholdstheanswer.Thenumber sevenhas suchcolorful facts surrounding itthatyoucannotdisregardit.Thesevencontinentsandthesevenseas,thesevenwondersoftheworld,thesevenvirtuesandthesevendeadlysins,thesevenheavensandthesevenfires inhell,whyeventhesevenhorcruxesofLordVoldemort!Wehopeyouhavefununravelingthismagicalnumberasyouflipthroughthesepages.Happyreading!ThanksEditor

  • CONTENTS

    1.Draupadi Manasa

    2. The Ashtapadi Village Parth Mukherjee3. The Other Son of Ganges Matangi Mawley

    4. The Seven Swaras Shweta Krishnan 5. Seven Vows Priya Venkat

    6. Seventh Hell Nivethitha Kumar

    7. Dude Where is my Coffee Dreamvendor 8. 7 Reasons to Love the Boy Wizard Adithya Srikrishna

    9. FIFA World Cup Saurabh Ganeriwal

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    He also promised her, that he would come back to her. One day. Some day. And he felt her hand pat his feet, gently. His mother let him go

    It all began with water

    Maybe this was why people came to the city. The buildings were so tall that Shravan felt that they could almost touch the sky! Growing up in Kashi, he had never seen anything like this be-fore. He needed two more eyes to see everything.

    There were colors in Kashi. Saffron, turmeric, red and gold all around. Shravan was tired of colors. But here, it was white, or black or just grey. He felt better. His eyes needed a break from all the colors. Kashi was a destination. An end. But the city- was a beginning. There was life here. A never-ending rush, a craze to live. There was pulse. And no one here paused to see the next person beside themselves on the road- walking alongside. Shravan felt his space too, as he tried to take in the city around him. He too was infected by the life around. He felt as though it was in his dreams that he was living. The fire and pyre of Kashi, was moving away from his mind. They were now- a faded painting

    He wandered on those roads- his eyes, finally getting tired of the things around- could take in no further. His leg carried his dead weight, but it

    could go on no farther. He soon began to realize that the sun in the city was different from the one back home. It had no sympathy for the weary trav-eler on the road. Maybe this was why the city moved fast. Maybe this was why the city never got tired! But Shra-van was not used to the sun yet. He was hungry, but had no money. He soon found out that people of the big city did not believe in charity.

    He lay there for how long, he knew not. He did not remember it. People told him about it later.

    He felt the boot kick his ribs. But he had no strength to open his eyes and see who it was. There were strange voices. Suddenly, he felt being lifted off the ground. He was swinging. His hands bearing his weight. He knew not when his body would drop off his hands. He was dead. But no. This was not death. He came from a place where people knew most about death. Death could not be it. Or did people think that he was dead? He could not let this hap-pen to him..

    He mustered up all the strength left in him- and let out a moan of help. There were voices again. He felt that now, he was being taken to a different place.

    The city was a fair judge. Here, life pre-sented itself- only when one seeks it. There were people, back home, who disliked the city. They did not like the

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  • speed- the colors, or the lack of it , the life in there. But they were the ones who did not understand the life or living. This was a place, Shravan thought, where the dead have to prove their death and the living- their living. Else, they were all the same. The city, welcomed him.

    There was water, once more

    The sudden chill of disgust and anger! The water slapped him hard. But it gave him strength. Water, he knew, was always with him. But he could not stop won-dering that even the water in the city was so different! His mother, though had the strength and power to overturn the the entire city was gentle. She had so much love in her. May be that was why, she was Mother Ganga! But the city- it changes everything. The water of the city, Shravan smiled to himself, felt like his step-mother!

    He opened his eyes, slowly. Things were a nebulous wreck in the beginning. But they were coming back to him. The streets- the strangers- the buildings The police station.

    (..To be continued., Part 4: His death)

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  • In the heart of Nature, God dropped a beautiful gift,

    And into our lives, let its aura unfold,

    A marvel of seven pearls to delight our souls

    And music it was called.

    Seven strings woven in complex ways,

    And yet resonating in perfect harmony,

    Seven colors combined in myriad shades,

    Blend so beautifully in a mellifluous symphony.

    The lilting voice of a playback singer,

    Or the potent flourish of classical notes,

    The relaxing softness of a lullaby

    Or the peppy rhythm of a colorful folk song.

    The sweet ripples of the flute,

    The intricate fine tones of the violin,

    The tingling waves of the jal-tarang,

    The mesmerizing melody of the mandolin.

    Sweet music imparts relief and calm,

    To our worries is a soothing balm,

    Music can heal, music can cure,

    Its a magic spell that can attract and allure.

    Music can