(Kaavya, 12, writes on the life of a newspaper)

We wake up from our slumber as the vendor roles, ties and skillfully tosses us in the air, and we slap against the wall with a bang.

It is a good morning for all.

Hands rush to browse through us with sips of steaming tea or coffee all over the world globally. Some stack us while others allow us to fly with the fan. Libraries are the places where we are honored well. We witness discussions and intellectual down pours.

Our uses are myriad. We cover book, shelves, and clean houses; become wrappers, bags and at times base for hot samosas and chatni.

Printed in numerous languages we are a daily dose of words and knowledge. We are a revolution and can change a nation’s destiny, views created, shared and appreciated through us.

I am sold, recycled, printed and again tossed. I am eco-friendly and bread winner to all connected literate or illiterate.