Prashant a young man, had gone Ersama, a small town, to visit one of his friends. The place was just eighteen kilometres from his own village. Towards the evening, the town was hit by a devastating cyclone. Prashant and the family of his friend were marooned on the roof of the house for two dreadful nights. On the third day, Prashant decided to go to his village. He reached there with great difficulty. He found destruction everywhere in his village. He at once gathered some young people of his village and started helping the poor and the needy.

V.C. Gerrard was a play writer. He was having specs.He was a tall man . He was very smart looking. He was very clever as his work was to think cleverly and write a story interestingly. Once an intruder went to his cottage. The intruder was having an intension to kill Gerrard and then he would become V.C. Gerrard.

But as Gerrard was very clever. He didn't come to his talkies. Gerrard laid a net for the intruder. 
And because of his intelligence Gerrard made the intruder to come into his talkies. And at last the intruder was sent to police. It shows that Gerrard was having great thinking capabilities.

   Action Speaks Louder Than Words

The night before the zonal debate competition everyone was fast asleep, while I was practicing for my debate. Suddenly I heard someone banging on the door. At first, I wondered who it could be, but then I remembered that my elder brother had gone for a wedding and thinking that I quickly reached the door. Somehow, I sensed that there was more than one person and I peeped through the key hole. I couldn't see anything. Then I thought of waking our servant Bhim up. When I went to his room and saw his bed empty, I realized he had taken leave for the weekend. Nevertheless, I didn't lose my calm and took my dad's gun from his almirah and moved towards the door.

As I opened the door I saw a small boy standing at the door in his vest and shorts. Though he didn't look shabby, he seemed to be exhausted and crying. I couldn't help asking him his name and he told me about how he worked in one of the dhabas at the border of Delhi and since his master was beating him brutally. When he couldn't walk anymore, he knocked at my door. I wasn't sure if he was truthful, but my heart told me to trust him and I brought him in.  He had scratches on his shoulder and neck. A sudden pang of pity overwhelmed me and I gave him some sweets to eat. I also offered him to sleep in Bhim's room. Next morning when I woke up I saw him still sleeping like an angel.

When he woke up I was almost ready for school. I told mom to keep him in the house till I returned from school. Simultaneously, I realized that the debate on child labor I was going to speak against had been no more mere words, I had a chance to materialize my words into action and I prepared myself to prove it.