Santhosh peeped to the other side over the barricades. People were gathered in a small group.
"Are those army officers? Guards?" Santhosh wondered and looked at the people dressed in green uniform.
Santhosh craned his neck. Beyond the guards was a screen made of wooden sticks.
Something big was going to happen. Santhosh knew it. He had seen and read so many detective mysteries that he wanted to be part of one; and here was his chance.
Santhosh went back and grabbed Ashwin's hand. Ashwin his friend and partner detective. He explained what he was up to.
Little Meenu tagged along.
"Go away, Meenu. Build your sand castles," Santhosh shooed his sister.
"No, I want to be Watson," Meenu knew her brother in and out. If he wanted to be Sherlock, then she had to be Watson. No negotiations. She held her head high. Santhosh grinned at her and asked her to follow.
"Shh..." He stopped the two when they reached a particular point. It was the same place from where they could see the other side easily.
Ashwin looked over. "It is just like you said, Santhosh. The army is here." Ashwin was shocked to witness it for real.
"But why? There can't be a war happening. Can it?"
"What do you think the army could be guarding?" Santhosh put on his thinking hat. "What do you think is beyond the sticks?"
"Anna, let me see," Meenu scrambled for some space. The boys moved aside, grudgingly.
"I see it." Meenu jumped up in joy. "They looks like baskets."
"Baskets, no way. Why would the army stand guarding baskets? We need to get your eyesight checked, Meenu," Ashwin flicked away Meenu's suggestion.
Santhosh looked through. "Meenu is right. Those are some upturned baskets. What could be inside them?"
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Wuffy's Race
Wuffy Deer would wake up early every morning and run. Seeing him running like this, one day, Blackie Bear asked him, \"Wuffy, you wake up so early every day to practice running, and then you come to school. Why is it so necessary?\"
Keeping in Touch
\"Have you finished your homework, Jessie and Jimmy?\"
A Tail of Courage
When you drive down to the southern part of Kerala, you will find the village of Ambalur. With the rocky hills of Ambu overlooking this little village, it is filled with vast grasslands and a variety of farms.
Mystery Of The Egg
Krish's father Vipul was an engineer in the Central Public Works Department. He was transferred to a forest in Nepal for road construction. So, he settled in Nepal with his family.
A WIN-WIN GAME!
\"What are we playing today?\" Aditi jogged in her spot. She could never stay still. Some called her naughty and unruly, but she considered herself a bundle of energy. As did her friend Manan.
A Helping Hand
Then Cheeku rabbit woke up in the morning, he noticed that the entire sky was filled with dark clouds.
Best Brother, My Brother
Udit looked at his history homework. \"Why do they give us so much homework,\" he mumbled. He yawned and decided to sharpen his pencils before starting the homework.
THE BEACH MYSTERY
\"Don't go too much towards that side,\" Appa warned Santhosh. But the forbidden is always tempting. And so, he inched towards it.
The Chain of Change
\"Today is Independence Day, and the school will shut early. That's great, isn't it?\" Raju Bhaiya said, smiling amidst the roaring sounds and black clouds coming out of his three-wheeler auto-rickshaw.
Aayu's Independence Day
Over the past two days, the children at Aayu's school had been getting ready for the grand celebration to be held on Independence Day. They were taught to salute the national flag with discipline and respect and sing the national anthem rhythmically and within the time limit.
