You are invited to join the Reading Marathon Challenge 2024, launched by Adani DAV Library Department, Kuamara, Bhadrak.

The Reading Marathon program is an enrichment activity, conducted by the Department of Library of your school to enhance reading habits.

Suggested Printed books from library, E- books for all students is shared here https://linktr.ee/Adanidavlibrary. After completing each book, please share an original review on this platform.

REQUIREMENTS FOR REVIEW-

• Book's title and author

• Book's photo (optional)

• Student's name, class, division ( passport size photo is optional)

The reviews will be judged by the teachers through given criteria.

EVALUATION CRITERIA-

• Originality

• Language Proficiency

• Content depth

• Presentation style

The finest review from each category will receive a merit certificate and a prize. Additionally, students from each category who read the maximum number of books and posted reviews on the Padlet will be honored with prizes as well.

All the best readers.

Sanjukta Nahak

Librarian

STD- VII

By Anwesha Mohanty

Class- 7

"Unni's Wish": A book by : Richa Jha.A poignant tale about kindness, gratitude, and human connections. Teaches valuable lessons about selflessness and contentment.

By: Anwesha Mohanty

STD-7

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Class: VII

"The Laddoo Code" by Sakshwar Arora is a delightful story about two friends who create a secret code to protect their snacks. This charming book is perfect for early readers who love puzzles and mystery. With simple language and playful illustrations, it encourages creative thinking and problem-solving skills.

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Class-7

*On Mondays I Want to Hide* is a relatable tale about managing emotions and overcoming Monday blues. Written by : Shabnam Minwalla.With simple language and reassuring illustrations, this charming book helps young readers cope with their feelings and start the week with a positive note.

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Class-7

Memory is such a beautiful gift of god to us that make the last phase of her life beautiful. Memories are something that we make at the beginning of our journey of life which make the last of ours beautiful.Memories are beautiful, but sometimes makes us nostalgic.

Once was said,--

Memories are bone and bane at the same time. They make us both happy and sad at sametime about our golden days.

Memories are considered more loyal then the humans as they don't leave or fade away.Memories make our life beautiful.

Hence, we should make most beautiful memories with our precious ones before it's too late to regret.

By:

Abhilipsa Biswal

STD-VII

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Std-7

Horror story

Class- 7

is a masterpiece that has captivated readers for generations. Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly old man, is given a second chance to rediscover the true meaning of Christmas through supernatural visitations.

Dickens' vivid descriptions and engaging prose make this a must-read. The story tackles timeless themes like poverty, inequality, and kindness, making it just as relevant today.

A quick and unforgettable read that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy. Perfect for the holiday season!

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Lekin tu to "Dil aur Jaan" ka vakil nikala,

Phir bhi Khushi sirf iss baat ki hai ki ye Dosti nahi (pagal pan nikala!)(2).

Log jo kahate he "jaan se ho tum pyari",

Lekin ham to ye kaise kahei,

Khuki dost na tu,tu toh (meri Jaan hai!)(2).

Aakhir yahi hai "Tamanna" meri,

Ki tum raho hamesha mere sath,

Khuki duniya mein kuchh nahin aur khone Ko (Tum jaisa khas!)(2).

By:

Abhilipsa Biswal

STD-VII

Shadows of my soul

In the darkness of my mind, shadows roam.Echoes of memories, forever my home.

The ghosts of love and loss, they whisper my name,

A haunting reminder, of the heart's deep pain.

Tears fall like rain, as I wander through the night Searching for solace, a guiding light.

The shadows they whisper, of a love that's lost. A melancholy reminder, of the heart's deep cost.

In this darkness, I search for the light,

A beacon of hope, to guide me through the night.

The shadows they fade, as dawn begins to rise.

A new beginning unfolds, before my weary eyes....

By: Anwesha Mohanty

Std:VII

When the male dove returned, he was sad to see his wife trapped in the cage. The female dove consoled her husband and said,"Oh dear, the hunter is our guest. We must offer him food and comfort."

The male dove obeyed his love and lit a fire for the hunter but could not find any food for him. So he jumped into the fire to offer himself food. The hunter was shocked and set the female of free. The female dog could not leave without her husband, so she too scarsfied her life by jumping in the fire 🔥. Later, the hunter renounced hunting and become an ascetic to pay for his sins.

MOREL:-SEIF-SCARIFICE IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF SCARIFICE.

Come here.

Run,run,run

I want you

Boy and girl: what for mother?

Why do you want us?

Mother: I want you to help me.

I will make cookies and you can help me.

Boy and girl: oh,boy!

What fun!

We like to do this

Girl: I will make one look like a cat

Boy: I can make one look like a dog

Mother: Now here they go.

In here

In here

Boy: And now- into us!

One in me.

And one in you.

Girl:we like to help you,mother.

And we like to eat cookies

Thank you.............

By: Prasanna Kumar Das

Class - VI

This swans replied,,''no you cannot leave here we have paying raint to the king . This place belong to us."

The bird feld insulted. So , he went to the king and complained about the swan' behaviour. the king became furious and Sent his man to kill the swan. One of the old one so the king man approaching them.

The old swan said,"friends, I think we are in trouble. We need to fly and escape this man!"

The golden swan where forced to flee to protect their life.

MORAL-WE MUST BE GENEROUS TO EVERYONE.

Omm sai prakash das

Class -7

Name:- Liza Rani Biswal

Class:- vii

Class -V

Name :- Himanshu Biswal

Class :- iv

Section :- A

Story from: "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry

Author: O. Henry

Della and Jim, a young couple, were struggling financially but wanted to gift each other something special for Christmas. Della had beautiful long hair, and Jim had a precious gold watch. Della sold her hair to buy a platinum chain for Jim's watch, while Jim sold his watch to buy combs for Della's hair. On Christmas Eve, they exchanged gifts, only to realize the irony of their sacrifices. Della's hair was gone, and Jim no longer had his watch. Despite this, they were filled with joy, realizing their love was the greatest gift. Their selfless acts mirrored the Magi, who brought gifts to Jesus. ❤️

Moral: Sacrificing for loved ones brings true joy and shows the value of selfless love.

Anwesha mohanty

Class 9

Story from: "Steve Jobs" by Walter Isaacson

Author: Walter Isaacson

Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple, was adopted and dropped out of college. He faced setbacks, including being fired from Apple. Yet, he persevered, returned to Apple, and revolutionized tech with products like the iPhone. His passion for innovation changed the world. Jobs believed in trusting intuition and pushing boundaries. He said, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." His legacy inspires entrepreneurs and innovators worldwide. Steve Jobs' story shows how resilience and passion can lead to extraordinary achievements despite obstacles.

*Moral:* Resilience, passion, and innovation can lead to extraordinary achievements despite obstacles.

Anwesha mohanty

Class 9

Once, a mighty lion was sleeping in the forest. A tiny mouse, playing nearby, accidentally ran over the lion’s paw, waking him up. The angry lion caught the mouse and was about to crush it.

"Please, King of the Forest, spare my life!" the mouse squeaked. "If you let me go, I promise to help you someday."

The lion laughed, thinking, How could a tiny mouse ever help me? But he was amused, so he let the mouse go A few days later, the lion got caught in a hunter's net. He roared in anger, but could not break free. The mouse heard the familiar roar, ran to the spot, and saw his friend trapped. The mouse immediately began chewing on the thick ropes with his sharp teeth. Before long, the net fell apart, and the lion was free. The lion realized that even the smallest friend can make a big difference, and they remained best friends forever.

Moral: No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.

Name.- Subham Das

Class - VI

Long ago, in a small village beside a mysterious forest, there lived a curious girl named Mira. Everyone in the village warned, “Never enter the Whispering Forest. The trees there speak, and those who go in never come back the same.”

But Mira loved mysteries.

One evening, as the sky turned purple and gold, she heard a faint voice carried by the wind.

“Help… help us…”

The sound came from the forest.

Her heart pounded, but curiosity was stronger than fear. She stepped past the crooked wooden fence and into the forest. The moment she entered, the leaves rustled though there was no wind.

“Welcome, brave one,” whispered the trees.

Mira looked around. The trunks glowed faintly, and tiny blue lights floated in the air like fireflies.

“What happened here?” Mira asked.

“The Shadow King has stolen our heart,” said an old oak tree. “Without it, the forest will slowly fade.”

“Where is it?” Mira asked.

“In the Crystal Cave beyond the silver river,” the trees replied.

Guided by glowing fireflies, Mira crossed the river on stepping stones and climbed a hill until she reached the cave. Inside, she saw a dark shadow guarding a bright green crystal.

The Shadow King growled, “Leave now!”

But Mira remembered the forest’s whispers. She picked up a small mirror from her bag and reflected the cave’s glowing light toward the shadow. The light grew brighter and brighter until the shadow dissolved like smoke.

The crystal floated gently into Mira’s hands.

When she returned it to the forest center, the trees shone brighter than ever. Flowers bloomed instantly, and the wind sang through the leaves.

“You have saved us,” the forest whispered.

From that day on, Mira became known as the Guardian of the Whispering Forest, the only person who could hear the trees speak.

And sometimes, if you walk quietly through the woods at sunset, you might hear them whispering her name. 🌟🌳

Aditya Narayan Das

Class-7

The people at the post office saw his letter. They felt moved by lencho's belief.

They wanted to help him so they put together some money but they only 70 pesos. They sent this to lencho. Lencho was surprised when he saw only 70 pesos. He thought God wouldn't make a mistake like this. So, he guessed the post office people tool rest. He wrote to God again. This time,he asked God to send the missing money in a different way,not thought the post office, because he was worried they might take it again.

In the end the story tells us about the immense faith in God but on the other hand no bele8in God's creation as lencho hadn't believe on post office workers.

Bhagyalaxmi senapati

Class 7

He picked up small stone and dropped them into the pot .

The water came up. The crow drank the water and flew away happily.

MORAL: Think and work hard. You will find a way.

Bhagyalaxmi senapati

Class 7

He played this trick many times. One day, a real wolf came and started attacking the sheep. The boy shouted loudly for help, but the villagers thought he was lying again, so no one came. The wolf ate some sheep, and the boy learned a hard lesson.

Moral: No one believes a liar, even when he tells the truth.

By :Abinash Mohanty

Class V(A)

Moral: Some mysteries cannot be explained.

By :Abinash Mohanty

Class :V(A)

Suddenly, a kind river fairy appeared and asked him why he was crying. The woodcutter told her the truth. The fairy went into the water and brought out a golden axe. She asked if it was his. The woodcutter said no. Then she brought a silver axe, but he again said it was not his. Finally, she brought his old iron axe. The woodcutter happily said it was his.

The fairy was pleased with his honesty and gave him all three axes as a reward.

Moral: Honesty is the best policy.

By:Abinash Mohanty

Class:V(A)

After reaching the new city, Rajkisor felt lonely. He missed playing, studying, and laughing with Abinash. One evening he decided to write a letter to his friend. In the letter, he told Abinash about his new school, new teachers, and the new city. He also wrote how much he missed their fun times together.

When Abinash received the letter, he felt very happy. He quickly wrote a reply and told Rajkisor about everything happening in their old school. Soon, writing letters became a habit for both of them. Through their letters, they shared their joys, problems, and dreams.

Even though they lived far away, their friendship remained strong. Their letters kept their bond alive and made them feel close to each other.

Years later, when they met again, they realized that true friendship never fades with distance.

Moral: True friendship always stays strong, even when friends are far apart.

By :Abinash Mohanty

Class : V(A)

Name - Sai Krishna Mishra

Class - 5 b

Instead of keeping the gold, he went to the village head and told him about the bag. Soon, an old merchant came to the village looking for his lost bag of gold. The merchant had dropped it while passing through the village the previous day.

When the merchant checked the bag, all the coins were safe. He thanked Ramesh for his honesty and offered him some gold coins as a reward. At first Ramesh refused, but the merchant insisted and said that honest people deserve appreciation.

The villagers praised Ramesh for his good character. From that day, everyone trusted and respected him even more. Ramesh felt proud that he had done the right thing.

Moral: Honesty is always rewarded.

By :Abinash Mohanty

Class V A

Where time moved slow with quiet patience,

A train once breathed a cloud of steam,

Like a fading echo of a distant dream

Its whistle cried through misty air,

A lonely song of hope and prayer.

Like a bird that vanished into the sky,

It left beneath a silent goodbye.

The tracks stretched out like endless lines,

Through sleeping towns and shadowed pines.

And hearts stood still upon the ground,

Listening for a coming sound.

But seasons turned like drifting sand,

Cold winds swept the empty land.

Yet still the rails beneath the sun

Remembered where the wheels had run.

For some departures leave a scar,

Like fallen stars that travel far.

And somewhere lost in time’s deep bend-

That silent train seeks no return. 🚆✨

By:Sushree sangita patra

Class:9

Often, truth does not appear immediately. It waits patiently, hidden behind confusion and uncertainty. With time, we begin to see things differently and understand the lessons life was trying to teach us. “Time reveals what the heart once struggled to understand.”

In this way, time becomes a silent teacher guiding us toward truth, wisdom, and understanding.

By : Sushree sangita patra

Class: 9

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka is a powerful and thought-provoking novella that explores themes of isolation, identity, and human relationships. The story begins with the famous line: “When Gregor Samsa woke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous insect.”

Gregor Samsa, a hardworking salesman, suddenly becomes helpless after his strange transformation. As the story progresses, his family slowly begins to see him as a burden rather than a loved one. His loneliness is expressed in the line: “I cannot make you understand what is happening inside me.”

Through Gregor’s tragic situation, Kafka shows how society sometimes values people only for their usefulness. Overall, The Metamorphosis is a deeply symbolic and philosophical story that leaves readers reflecting on compassion, identity, and the reality of human relationships.🙂

By: Sushree sangita patra

Class :9

By - sai sundar das

Class - 6th

Story from: "The Alchemist"

Author: Paulo Coelho 📚

A lighthouse stood tall by the sea, its beam cutting through the darkness, guiding ships safely to shore. A young boy, curious about its purpose, asked, "Why do you shine so bright?" The lighthouse replied, "I light the way so others find their path. It's not about me; it's about the journey of those who rely on my light." The boy pondered this wisdom and realized that true joy lies in helping others find their journey. The lighthouse, once just a structure, became a symbol of selfless service and guidance. Its light illuminated more than just the sea – it lit up the boy's understanding of purpose. The story teaches us that our greatest fulfillment comes from guiding and supporting others, making their path a little brighter. 🌟

Anwesha mohanty

Class 9

Class 9

Class 9

A young man asked an old sage, "Why is life so hard?" The sage replied, "Life is like a river. It flows, twists, and turns. Sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. You can't control the water, but you can learn to navigate." 🌟

The man asked, "But why pain and loss?" The sage said, "Rivers have rocks and rapids. They shape the flow. Hardships shape you. Embrace the journey, not just the destination." 🌟

The man smiled, understanding that life's reality is a mix of joy and struggle. It's how you sail that matters.

Anwesha mohanty

Class 9

Anwesha mohanty

Class 9

It didn’t ask questions. It didn’t pretend. It simply fell—soft, steady, and unavoidable—like the truths people spent their whole lives trying to escape.

Aarav stood by the window, watching droplets race down the glass. Each one carried a reflection—distorted, trembling, fleeting. Just like memories.

He used to believe life had a rhythm. A pattern. Study hard, dream big, love deeply—and everything would somehow fall into place. That’s what everyone said. That’s what he believed.

Until it didn’t.

Until friendships turned into silence without explanation. Until promises faded without goodbye. Until the people who once felt like home became strangers you scrolled past.

“Life isn’t cruel,” his mother once told him.It’s just… real.”

At the time, he didn’t understand. Reality didn’t feel like something neutral. It felt sharp. It felt unfair.

It felt like sitting in a crowded room and still feeling completely alone.

Aarav reached for his phone, scrolling through old messages. Conversations filled with laughter, late-night talks, plans that were never fulfilled. Words that once meant everything now just… existed.

He realized something strange.

Nothing had truly disappeared.

The feelings were still there. The memories still existed. The people still lived somewhere under the same sky.

But the connection—the invisible thread that made it all meaningful—had quietly broken.And no one ever talks about that part.

No one tells you that growing up isn’t about gaining everything you want.

It’s about learning to live with what you lose.

A sudden gust of wind pushed the window slightly open. Cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of wet earth. Aarav closed his eyes for a moment.

There was something comforting about it.

For the first time, he wasn’t trying to understand everything. He wasn’t asking why things changed, or why people leave, or why emotions don’t stay consistent.

He just… let himself feel.

The sadness.

The confusion.

The quiet acceptance.Because maybe emotions weren’t meant to be solved.

Maybe they were meant to be experienced.

He opened his eyes and looked outside again. The rain hadn’t stopped—but it didn’t feel heavy anymore.

It felt… real.

And maybe that was enough.

Because life, in the end, isn’t about holding onto perfect moments forever.

It’s about learning how to stand in the middle of imperfection… and still find a reason to breathe, to feel, to continue.

Aarav stepped away from the window.

The world outside was still uncertain. Still unpredictable. Still unfinished.

But so was he.

And for the first time, that didn’t scare him.

By-Sushree sangita patra

Class-9

The words stayed in his throat, unheard, like everything else that came too late.

The sky was clear, oddly calm—nothing like the storm he carried inside. People passed by, laughing, living, unaware of the quiet ruins someone could hide behind a normal face.

He used to think endings were loud.

Doors slamming. Tears falling. Voices breaking.

But this… this was different.

This was love leaving without making a sound.

No last argument. No final goodbye.

Just a slow fading—like a song you don’t realize has ended until you notice the silence.

She didn’t disappear all at once.

First, the calls became shorter.Then the replies came later.

Then… they stopped coming at all.

And somehow, that hurt more than any harsh words ever could.

Because silence doesn’t give you answers.

It gives you space… to overthink, to replay, to wonder where it all went wrong.

He found himself revisiting old places.

That café where she laughed too loudly.

That street where they walked without destination.

Everything was still there.

Except her.

Except them.

Funny how the world doesn’t change when yours does.

He sat on a bench, staring at nothing in particular, holding onto memories that no longer had a place to belong.

“Maybe I was just a chapter,” he thought.

“While she was the whole story to me.”

The realization didn’t break him.

It settled in quietly… like truth often does.

Some people aren’t meant to stay.

Not because they didn’t care.

But because life writes different endings for different hearts.

He took a deep breath.

For the first time, he didn’t try to chase the past or question the silence.

He just accepted it.

Not everything unfinished is meant to be completed.

Some things exist only to be felt… and then carried forward as a part of who you become.

He stood up, letting the moment pass through him instead of holding it back.

Because maybe healing isn’t about forgetting.

Maybe it’s about learning to live…

with the echoes that never really leave.

By-Sushree sangita patra

Class-9

But there are rules.

You can only go back to a moment that has already happened.

You cannot change the present, no matter what you do.

And most importantly… you must return before your coffee gets cold.

The story follows four different people, each carrying regret, love, or unanswered questions. A woman who wants to confront her past lover. A wife who wants to receive a letter her husband never got to give. A sister who wishes to see someone she lost. And a mother hoping to meet the child she couldn’t watch grow.

Each of them sits in the same chair, takes the same journey, and faces the same truth:

Time doesn’t change for them.

But they do.

Through these journeys, the novel gently explores emotions we often avoid—unfinished conversations, silent goodbyes, and the weight of things left unsaid. It shows that even if the past cannot be rewritten, understanding it can bring peace.

The beauty of the story lies in its simplicity.

It doesn’t try to fix life.

It simply reminds us…

to say what we feel while we still can,

to value the moments we have,

and to accept that some things are meant to stay as memories.

Because in the end, it’s not about changing the past—

it’s about learning how to live with it.

By-Sushree sangita patra

Class-9

Not the tea seller who had been standing on the same corner for years.

Not the girl who crossed the street every day with her headphones on.

Not the man who always sat on the same bench, feeding crumbs to birds.

It was just an ordinary morning.

Until people began remembering things… they had never lived.

A boy suddenly knew the exact way an old woman took her tea—two spoons of sugar, no milk.

A shopkeeper paused mid-sale, realizing he knew the customer’s favorite childhood song.

A stranger turned around on the road because he felt—somehow—that someone behind him was about to cry.

And he was right.

At first, it felt like coincidence.

Then it became impossible to ignore.

People weren’t just seeing each other anymore.

They were feeling each other.

Riya, who had always believed the world was too busy to care, found herself sitting beside a girl she had never met.

“You’re tired,” Riya said softly.

The girl looked at her, startled. “How do you know?”

Riya hesitated.

“I don’t know… I just feel it.”

The girl smiled—weak, but real. “I am.”

For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel invisible.

Across the city, small things were changing.

Arguments softened before they could grow.

Silence became understanding instead of distance.

People paused… just long enough to notice.

It wasn’t perfect.

Pain still existed. People still struggled.

But something had shifted.

Loneliness no longer felt like an endless space.

Because suddenly, strangers weren’t strangers anymore.

They were pieces of each other… walking around, carrying stories they never told.

And somehow—

for one strange, unexplainable day—

everyone understood what it meant to be human.

Not through words.

But through feeling.

By evening, it was gone.

The world returned to normal. People forgot the details, the moments, the strange connections.

But not the feeling.

No one could explain it.

Why they held doors a little longer.

Why they spoke a little softer.

Why they looked at strangers… just a little differently.

Maybe they didn’t remember the day.

But somewhere inside them—

they remembered what it felt like to be seen.

And maybe that was enough to change everything… quietly.🙂

By-Sushree sangita patra

Class -9

He also invited his friend to go to the show together,but unfortunately his friend just cancelled the invitation on the very last moment and in that rush Nicolas also got late to the show.

But, when entering upon to the hall he heard the host of the show asking a simple yet logical question to the famous philosopher (Harry) that is "Which one is more important-"The journey or the Destination"?.But the psychologist answered the question in a extraordinary way to that no one expected.

He answered -"Most important to me and to all should be a good company (a good friend) ,with whom you can go a journey and reach the destination and never have a life long regret on that decision of yours.

Now, while walking out of the show Nicolas knew what he needed in his life to make it fruitful -"A Good Company".

By- Abhilipsa Biswal

STD-IX

Music is a therapy that only gets recognition in the dark for someone who is just tried of life ,and sometimes even surviving the fight between heart and mind.Music is created by God himself but not as therapy,and how fortunate is music that it works as a therapist to a disturbed one and as a voice to someone who is tired of explaining.

And it's a common audacity of Human being to use music to express something they can't.Music is now available in a great variety and gerns but it's job is same as before,it heals -it may occur in silence,dark,on the dance floor or on trips giving a new start to life.

Music is really one of those few creation which actually heals something rather than destroying.

By- Abhilipsa Biswal

STD-IX

Its too late for me to regret.

Its too late for me to care.

Its too late for me look back.

Its too late for me ........

By- Abhilipsa Biswal

STD-IX