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प्रश्न
Raj understood that failures are stepping stones to ______.
विकल्प
success
climbing
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उत्तर
Raj understood that failures are stepping stones to success.
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संबंधित प्रश्न
Name a few places that you wish to visit with your classmates as a school trip.
Listen to the passage on 'anger management' and match the sentence parts by drawing a line. The recording can be played more than once if needed.
| 1. | Meditation is definitely a great technique ______. | a) who will take care of the reason why you got angry? |
| 2. | There is a person living inside you ______. | b) to know how to handle it is a virtue. |
| 3. | Getting angry is natural but ______. | c) to calm your inner self. |
| 4. | Anger is something that releases the tension ______. | d) speak to your self and calm yourself. |
| 5. | Close your eyes and ______. | e) who always tells you how to act. |
Why did the people feel that they were lucky to have Krishna Deva Raya as their king?
When the sea was ______ they would skim stones.
On the cycling holiday after the accident, Santhiya phoned for ______.
This painting has international recognition.
Nandhu wanted to play with the lamp.
The train no. of the Silambu Express is ______.
Listen to your teacher read a description of the character from the story. Identify the character based on your understanding and write the name in the space provided. Number the characters in sequence as they appear in the story.
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Read and listen to these two poems with your partner and find out what are the things that the village child and the city child like.
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The Village Child My home is a house Near a wood I'd live in a street If I could! I do wish someone Lived near. There's no one to play with At all. The trees are so high And so tall: And I should be lonely For hours, Were it not for the birds And the flowers. |
The City Child I live in a city In a street; It is crowded with traffic And feet; There are buses and motors And trams. I wish there were meadows And lambs. The houses all wait In a row There is smoke everywhere That I go. I don't like the noises I hear I wish there were woods Very near. |
