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Uncle Theodore
UNCLE THEODOREUncle Theodore is coming to live with us. I've never met him before and now he's going to live with us. Every day. All day. And all night. I've got to share my room with my brother now. He's 9 and I'm 13 and it sucks. All my friends have their own rooms but not me. I have to share www.onedoor.ccwith Willy the Whiner. All he does is whine and complain about everything. And he doesn't understand privacy or personal space. But his old room is going to Uncle Theodore now and we're going to be roommates like it or not. And with me it's not. Willy likes the idea. He thinks it will be fun. Fun? Not m...
Illumination of Mind
Illumination of Mind“What should I do now? Should I go?... Gauri murmured to herself. Let’s time travel back to old Indian society. The society where minds of people were barnacled with dark shadows of social evils such as dowry system, male dominance, child marriage, sati system, veil system and no woman education which were blocking the path of rays of true humanity and equality. Gauri, an innocent, caring and responsible woman, lived with her loving husband and obedient son, Sachin, in a small village. Like other females she never went to school and was married at a young age. Sh...
The Unknown World
I don’t know how I got here. I just woke up one day and I was here. Everything is black, white and gray. It’s dull. Yet, perfect. No one gets sick, no one gets hurt whether that be physically or emotionally, and you never hear of anyone dying. I’ve never heard of one bad thing. No one leaves, no one comes in. But if no one can come in, I don’t know I got here. When I woke up a nurse was watching me. She asked me if I was ok. I said yes, but I should’ve said no. I’m not ok. I miss my home. I miss the color and lively kids playing outside. I miss the food full of a different taste. I miss the e...
What used to be
I remember, when I was like twelve years-old and I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring. To walk with you through the hallways to the school yard and have a five-minute talk about your volley practice. To talk about the boy you liked, using code names like “brick” or “lamp”. I can still feel the hurt from the laughter you caused me every time we said something stupid and we would end up breathless on the floor, wheezing. All the times we cheated in tests, either passing on little papers with whole paragraphs on them either mouthing silently the words to each other when the teacher wasn’t looking...