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**LALITAMBIKA G. PALANIESAMY**


 * LOSHINIKARASI A/P LOGONNATHAN**


 * MOHANAMBIKAY A/P PANDIAN**


 * JAGVINDER KAUR A/P SWARAN SINGH**


 * PRAVEEN SUPPAYAH**


 * RAMINDER KAUR A/P SARJIT SINGH**

** THERESA MARION A/P B. NAMBIRAJAN **

__ Theme (no 3) by Raminder Kaur A/P Sarjit Singh __ SWEET DREAMS **

I hold you close to me, my love, i reached and touched your face. I hold your hand tightly, my love, and felt your warm embrace.

I felt your lips on mine, my love, I taste your kiss so sweet. You held me tight, my love, i felt like I was in heaven at that moment.

I wakened from my sleep, And wished​ it was true. But, I knew it won't happen. Because, you are no longer here in this world.

__ Point of View (No. 3) By Loshinikarasi A/P Logonnathan __

**TEARS**



I’m feeling such pain I can’t even stop my tears Why life have to be so hard, Girls around me so happily giggling Why am I faking? Tears keep falling Even in my sleep Whenever I opened my eyes, Past flashes

I can’t forget single thing of our memory. As the tears fall, memories floating in my mind going back To good times in our live The moment now is golden I could not waste any second I want to be with him, holding him next to me without any tears Saying that how much I love you…

Baby, things are really complicated but now, I’m back still as the man that u have ever met before, I haven’t change not even minute space in my heart forgets you, The tenderness of your face makes me feel like touching the sky Now, I’m here for us to blossom same like the old days I can’t take another moment of tears only happiness and smiles where I can reach the rainbow…. I couldn’t express more than this because nothing can picture my feelings now besides asking you Please be with me forever…

__Plot (No. 1) by Theresa Marion A/P B. Nambirajan__

** HOUSE NO. 13B **

Manohar, an upwardly mobile middle class Indian, moves into a new apartment - 13B on the 13th floor of a newly constructed apartment fulfilling one of his life's biggest dreams with his mother, wife, sister, brother, sister in law, niece and nephew-a happy set of eight people. But the family is greeted by a series of small trivial incidents such as milk getting spoiled that could be regarded as inauspicious and the praying room which couldn’t be set up. But, all this were shrugged off by the excited Manohar. The lift in the apartment does not operate for Manohar. The women in the family get hooked on to a new TV show "Yavarum Nalam" (Everyone is Well). The serial plays at the thirteenth hour in the Channel 13 everyday. The show is about a family similar to theirs who have also just moved into a new house just like they have. As the serial unfolds, Manohar notices that the incidents that happen in the serial are a reflection of what has happened to Manohar and his family. The serial mirrors Manohar's family life. For example, his brother gets promoted; his sister graduating first-class; his wife gets pregnant and later an abortion. The rest of the family remains unaware to the similarities and Manohar prefers it that way to avoid panic. Manohar only told about what is happening in his house to his close friend who is policeman. His friend will not take the matter seriously. Manohar who hates to watch serials, will start to have the interest to watch the serial because he wants to know what going to take place next. As Manohar fights the uneasy feeling in his mind, things start taking a turn for the worse in the serial. He is now terrified that the same would happen to his family as well. Manohar now wants to know who is behind the making of this serial and what their intentions are. Manahor goes to the production company of the serial to investigate and he gets to know that the serial doesn’t exist at all. There is only a family game show with that name. The programme plays as a serial only in his house at the particular time. This makes Manohar more panicking. Manohar explores the mysterious happenings; he unravels a deep and unholy secret. There is one particular day; he was unable to watch the serial. He gets to know from his wife that on that day’s serial a dog found something in the playground. But the day’s serial ends without showing what the dog found in the playground. This bothered Manohar throughout the whole night. After everyone has gone to bed, Manohar decides to go to the playground to find whether he can get any clue. He builds up all the strength to go to the playground and find out. That night was raining heavily. Once he went down he met with his blind neighbour who has a dog. He was waiting near the car park. He approached the man and asked what he is doing at the particular time in the car park. The man then tells that the dog has run somewhere. This made Manohar suspicious. He will go to the playground and sees the dog digging something in the playground. Manohar takes the dog and give it to the neighbour. He then goes back to the playground and start digging the place where the dog was digging earlier. And, he finds a metal box. He opens the box and found a diary and some pictures. The people in the picture are the one comes in the serial and the date the dairy was written was back in 1977. This shocked Manohar. The next day, he meets his friend and shows him the box which contains the dairy and the pictures. He explains that the people in the picture are the one comes in his house serial. Then, the friend believes him. Both will start to investigate about the family. They both will go to a library to get the newspapers of the 1977. They will come across about the story of the people who comes in Manohar’s house serial. The house they live in was the house where the people who comes in the serial lived. The whole family of eight were murdered way back in 1977. It was the family of a TV News reader Chitra. On the day of Chitra's engagement an ardent fan of Chitra, Shriram Shinde wants to stop the engagement and he fails in doing so. Out of disappointment, he commits suicide. After that all members in that family was murdered brutally with a hammer in a single day by someone. The blame falls on the crazy brother in the family as he was seen with the hammer last by the police and the neighbours and he was the only one survived in the family. He was sent to the mental hospital since no action can be taken on him because he is mentally retarded. The police officer investigating the case also commits suicide by hanging himself in the same house. The news shocked the neighbours. And, the case was closed. There was no further investigation taken. Now Manohar and his friend who is a policeman are in the process of investigating the mystery of who killed the family. From the newspaper article they will get to know that Chitra’s fiancé is still alive. Manohar and his friend will decide to meet him hopinh he can help them to find out about the murderer. They then met Chitra's former fiancé, Ramachandar. Ramachandar tells them that the murder wouldn’t have been done by the mentally retarded brother, Senthil. He tells that somebody else was there on that day. Senthil was blamed because his body was covered with blood which was because he hugged the bodies. This made him to be the main suspect of the case and all the evidence was against him. He said he tried to plead for Senthil's innocence and to release him from the blame because Ramachandar knows that the murder was not done by Senthil. But Ramachandar lost in the case. Manohar wanted to meet with Senthil. Ramachandar tells him that Senthil is the Mental Hospital. Manohar and his friend will go to the hospital to meet Senthil hoping to get any information about the murder. Manahor meets the doctor who is working the hospital where Senthil is. He finds out from the doctor about Senthil’s condition in the hospital. According to the doctor, Senthil is placed alone in a single room. It is because there was once Senthil went crazy after seeing a TV show in the hospital. It happened on 21st February. Because of his aggressiveness, he was sent immediately to his room and were locked him in his room. Then Senthil hurt himself and drew hospital sign on the wall with his blood. Manohar request the doctor to meet Senthil. Manohar then meets Senthil who extends a hand for Manohar to shake hand but drags him inside. His friend Shiva helps him from being dragged. They left the hospital without getting any information. After researching, one night Manohar had a nightmare of the 13B murderer climbing the stairs to kill his family. When Manohar tried to climb the stairs, he always ended up in the 2nd floor and after a few moments he woke up. After the bad dream he couldn’t sleep. Then he heard a sound in the hall. He then goes to the hall and find out the television switched on by itself. He then witnesses the Climax of "Yavarum Nalam" serial where they were showing the murderer's identity. He sees two hammers, one pointed hammer and a blunt sledge-hammer, then showing Manohar's face as the killer. Manohar become panic. He leaves the house immediately without telling to any of his family members after seeing the climax. He turns to Shiva and Dr. Balu for help. He asks Dr.Balu to send his family to New Delhi. When Dr. Balu leaves the house, Manohar tells Shiva to lock him inside a room. He said to his friend that if he is outside he might cause harm to his family without knowing he is doing so. Manohar tells Shiva even if he asks him to open the door in any circumstances; he must not listen to him. So Shiva locks Manohar up, and Manohar sees a sledge hammer outside the house. Manohar remembers that they showed two different hammers and the murder weapon was a pointed hammer. Manahor then realised that actually there is two murderers. One is he and he doesn’t know who the other murdered with the pointed hammer. He tells Shiva about his suspicion and asks him to open the door but Shiva refuses to open the door. Manohar then climbs over Dr.Balu's shelf but falls down, finding a newspaper that had an obituary of Shriram which was posted by Dr.Balu and realises that Shriram is Dr.Balu's brother. Manohar then realized that Dr.Balu was the murderer who killed Chitra's family as to take revenge on them who caused his brother's death. He realized it is Dr. Balu the murderer of the family after he connects the incident took place in the hospital where Senthil drew the hospital sign. He then manages to explain to his friend about it and goes to save his family. Dr.Balu had reached Manohar's house and handed them tickets. At that time there was no electricity in the house. As Manohar's wife goes to inform the other family members, the television switched on by itself. And, Chitra’s face appeared in the television. Dr. Balu gets shock after seeing her because he knew that she and her family have died many years ago. She blames Dr.Balu for the murdering her family and condemns him for killing innocent people. Dr.Balu takes a pointed hammer from the bathroom and goes to the hall to break the television. By then Manohar’s family members who were sleeping wakes up. Dr.Balu sees Manohar's family and starts hallucinating, picturing them as the former owners of 13B. He then proceeds to strike Manohar's brother but Manohar arrives just in time to save his family by killing Dr. Balu with the hammer. After the entire incident happened Manohar lives a normal life. One fine day he receives a call from Dr. Balu while in the elevator. He will get shocked to see the call from Dr. Balu as he knows Dr. Balu already passed away. He answers the call. Dr. Balu says that while the 13B family haunts the T.V., he haunts Manohar's phone.

__Point Of View (No. 3) By Lalitambika G. Palaniesamy__


 * MY CHILDHOOD **

When I think back about my childhood, many vivid memories spring to my mind. Some are pleasurable while some are painful. Regardless the quality I attach to these memories, they constitute the early experiences of my life and they help to make me the person that I am today. There is a sweet and funny childhood experience which I can’t forget in my life. It was when I am five years old where the first time I danced on the stage. That was my first experience on the stage. I felt very nervous during the performance. I had to get ready three hours before the show starts. But since I am a kid and the dancers who are dancing with me also kids, my dance teachers helps to put the make up and put for us the costume. They also help us to comb our hair. My first dance on the stage is known as ‘Fisherman Dance’. In this dance we have to dress up, make up and dance as a fisherman and the fisherwoman. The girls will be dancing as the boys’ (fisherman) wives. The first time of practice I really feel very shy and fought with my dance partner because he touched me. I really felt very uncomfortable during the first practice. My dance teacher scolded me because I never let my partner to touch me and hold my hands. After some time, I get use to it so I never fight with my dance partner; moreover I enjoy dancing with him. That was the sweet memories of my life. On the day of the show, it was my time to dance with my group members. I was enjoying myself while dancing. Suddenly, I felt that something is wrong with my costume because I can feel that my costume is coming out and it became loose. I got shock of my life where I just stopped dancing and staring at my dance teacher who was at the back of the stage. She gave me a signal not to stand and slowly asked me to come out. I also while doing my dance steps slowly went out. Then, my dance teacher adjusts for me the costume and asked me to join the dance. Even though I was only five at that time, I really feel very embarrassed. Everybody laugh at me. I just feel like running away from that place so that others don’t see me. That was the worst experience that I ever had in my life. From that day onwards I always use to put so many pins in my costumes and I will make sure that the costume doesn’t come out while I am dancing. If I think back what had happened during that time, I laughed at myself. That was the first and last time where my costumes came out. After the incident I even told my parents that I do not wants to dance but my parents console me and make me to dance till today. There is sometimes where my dance mates still use to tease me with that incident till today. They always will ask me to dance carefully because that time when costume came out I was a kid so no problem but I know more a kid. So if my costume comes out that’s it, end of my life. Actually that was a funny and sweet memory of my childhood experience.

 __Character (No. 2) By Praven Suppayah__ I don’t know why I should tell you this. Perhaps it’s an assignment that Mdm.Hamidah asked me to do and it has got something related to me, so I’m sharing it with you. Im nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing has happened to my whole life that hasn’t happened to nearly everybody else on this planet. ** ** We met at college. We were locker neighbours, sharing that same smell of fresh notebook paper and moulding tennis shoes, which clips of our favourite musicians taped inside our locker doors. **
 * THE LOST LOVE**
 * Except that I met Saru. **
 * She was beautiful, with long hair as I always desired my would-be-darling should have, tanned skin, tempting lips and there, big in everything that she had. And she had that self-assurance that told me that she must be going with somebody. Somebody who was somebody in my own class; I think it’s Navin, the fat hero. Me- I’m struggling, trying to stay on the track team and make good enough grades to get into the college my folks went to when they were in my age. **
 * The day I met Saru, she smiled and said hello. After looking into her warm brown eyes, I just had to get out and run like it was the first and last run of my life. I ran ten kilometres that day and hardly got winded. **
 * We spent that that fall talking and joking about teachers, parents and life in general and what we were going to do when we graduated. We were both seniors, and it was great to feel like a “top-dog” for a while. It turns out she wasn’t dating somebody – which was amazing. She’d broken up with somebody on the swim team over the summer and wasn’t going out at all. **
 * I never knew you could really talk to somebody – a girl, I mean – the way I talked with her. **
 * So one day my car – it’s an old beat-up car my dad bought me because it could never go very fast-wouldn’t start. It was one of those gray, chilly fall days and it looked like rain. Saru drove up beside me with her Myvi in the college parking lot and asked if she could take me somewhere. **
 * I got in. She was playing the new A R Rahman; Jai Ho and singing along to it. Her voice was so pretty, a lot prettier than Sujatha’s herself. “So, where do you want to go?” she asked, and her eyes had a twinkle like she knew something about me I didn’t. **

​ __​__ __Tone And Style (No. 1) by Jagvinder Kaur A/P Swaran Singh__
 * To the house, I guess,” I said, then got up the guts to add,”Unless you want to shop by Jusco first.” **
 * She didn’t answer yes or no, but drove straight to the drive in restaurant. I got her something to eat and we sat and talked some more. She looked at me with those brown eyes that seemed to see everything I felt and thought. I felt her fingers on my lips and knew I would never feel any more for a girl than I did right then. **
 * We talked and she told me about how she’d come to live in this town, how her dad had been a diplomat in Klang Valley and then retired and wanted her, all of a sudden to grow up like a small-town girl, but it was too late. She was sophisticated and poised and always seemed to know what to say. Not like me. But she opened up something in me. **
 * She liked me, and suddenly I liked myself. **
 * She pointed to her windshield. “Look,” she said, laughing. ‘We steamed up the windows.” In the fading light of the day, I suddenly remembered home and dropped me off with a “See you then” and a wave. That was enough. I had met the girl of my dreams who have never returned from the last wave she waved. She migrated to Indonesia and married a fisherman! **

**PUBLIC TOILET!!!**

Public toilet! How does it sound? Whenever we go out, we will somehow use the public toilet which is provided for us. What comes in our mind when we think of public toilet? Dirty! Nasty! Disgusting! Smelly! This kind of thoughts comes into our mind. And guess what, that is what happens to me when once I used one of the public toilets in Kuala Lumpur area. Oh god, I have got no words to describe the condition of the toilet which I used. I was forced to use that toilet because I had no choice. My situation was such. The toilet basically had no water. The hose pipe was hanging on the flush tank. The floor was so slippery, green fungus at the edges, filthy aroma, and period stain all over, pad which is not thrown in the sanitary plastic. I had a terrible time in the toilet, and I promise to myself that I will try my level best to not to use public toilet. It was first and last!! 

__Setting (No. 2) By Mohanambikay A/P Pandian __

**Dream ?**  The crackling of the intercom disturbed Shanti. She groaned and squinted at her clock radio. Twelve-thirty at night. She buried her face in the warm pillow and closed her eyes. The crackling from the box on the wall continued. Why do we have to have intercome in every room? Shanti wondered. “Shanti, please come.” Durka’s voice sounded high and frightened through the little speaker. With a loud groan Shanti pulled herself up, kicking back the covers. “Shanti, come to my room,” Durka said, pleading. “Why me?” Shanti grumbled aloud. Why is Durka awake at twelve-thirty at night? And why on earth is she calling me? The intercom crackled loudly. “Shanti?” Durka’s voice sounded strained and scared. Shanti sighed and stretched. “Okay, okay. I’m coming,” she muttered. She lowered her feet to the floor and stood up. It was cold in the room. The old window rattled from the stiff breeze outside. Outside the bedroom window she could see only solid blackness. “Shanti? Are you coming?” Durka’s voice was a pleading whisper now. Shanti could barely hear it over the static. She made her way through the darkness to the hallway. The floorboards creaked every step. I hate this old house, Shanti thought. I hate the creepy sounds it makes. The groans. The creaks. This house moans as if it were alive. Shanti shuddered, suddenly afraid. Durka’s room was at the far end of the hall. Shanti dragged one hand along the wall as she made her way through the dark, creaking hallway. The wall felt cold. Unnaturally cold. Cold breezes ruffle her pyjamas. Where has it coming from? She wondered. There were no windows in the halfway. A ghost’s cold breath. The words popped into her mind causing her to shiver again. Don’t get carried away, she scolded herself. Thye floor was cold through the thin carpeting. She jogged past the bathroom, past the guest room. The house groaned and sighed, as if warning her, telling her to go back to bed. Durka’s room was dark and silent; the door was half-open. Shanti pushed it open all the way and slipped inside, breathing hard. She was chilled and frightened. “Durka?” she whispered. No reply. The room was so dark; she could barely make out the outline of the bed, “Durka? Did u cal me?” Shanti’s voice came out a frightened whisper. No reply. Shanti crept up close to the bed. Closer. “Ow!” She stubbed her toe against the leg of the bed. “Durka?”. Shanti could hear her twin’s soft breathing. Steady. Slow. She squinted into the darkness. Durka was asleep. On her side. Head resting on the pillow, her long hair loose. A smile on her face. “Durka? Did u call me?” Shanti whispered. Durka didn’t move. What’s going on? Shanti wondered, shivering. Did she call me, then fall back to sleep? Is this a dream? Wrapping her arms around herself, she took a last, lingering look at her sleeping twin. She looks so peaceful, Shanti thought. So happy. So normal. She hurried out of the room, tiptoeing silently. She half-walked, half-ran through the cold blackness, holding the breath until she safely got back to her room. Sliding into bed, Shanti pulled the covers up to her chin and shut her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. She opened her eyes and stared wide-eyed at the dark ceiling. The light fixture over the bed seemed to be reaching down for her, reaching to grab her. “Shanti! Shanti!” Mdm Vijaya knocked the door to wake her up for school. She opened her eyes and the rays of the bright sun disturbed her vision. She struggled hard to open her eyes. She opened the room door for her mother and went inside the bathroom to take her shower. As the cold water runs all over her body, something struck her mind. Something that happened last night. What was that? She wondered. Many questions popped into her mind. What was that sound? Was the intercom still on? Was that Durka’s voice she heard? Is that a dream? Questions which make her wonder for the answers.