As The_Aloof descends from the stage, Chinu picks up and throws another pen which lands in between Rama and Prachita. Both of them look at the pen and then at eachother. The only thing that's quite clear in the moment is that both of them are utterly confused.

Seeing that, Ram runs his so-called-brilliant mind and speaks,"I have an idea. We can measure the distance between the pen and Rama and Prachita and then whichever distance is less, that person should go up. Does anyone here have a scale?"

"This guy can't leave science and mathematics at home even for a birthday party", Anku mutters.

Rama and Ash look at eachother thinking Nothing-can-be-done-with-this-science-monster.

When he doesn't get a response, Ram looks at everyone and raises an eyebrow,"Well?"

"Do as you wish!", sighs Ash and Ram nods and heads towards the Rama and Prachita.

After looking at the pen from every angle for about 5 minutes, Ram measures the distance with his feet, since he couldn't find a scale and after what seems like an eternity, he asks Prachita to move onto the stage.

There was a boy,
With his heart on sleeve,
He found a book,
He sought a dream.

And so he dreamed,
Of rats and juliets,
Aliens and fantasies,
All in his mind, waiting to be unleashed.

Gingerly, he wrote the first word,
His pencil broke there,
His ink ran out,
He felt caged in his own lair.

Out of nowhere, came a song,
A song of love, of faith and hope,
Cheesy as it sounds,
It helped him after all.

He touched many lives,
With his tenworded tales,
He breathed life into them,
With his love for them.

This is the story of a boy,
Whom we fondly called Chinu,
Mr. Villian he liked to be,
But was a hero too.(he'd deny it tho)

Mr. Wizard he was,
Mixing magic in his words,
Having us readers enraptured,
His story was awaiting it's conclusion.

                                               ~prachita00