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Deda of Sabo Community
DEDA OF SABO COMMUNITY The year 2017 is for sure the most tumultuous for the residence of Sabo community. Events that happened in the year alone are enough to make a lifetime history for generations to come. Among the many tragedies of the year in the community was the great famine, which was rightly accompanied by the acute drought. It was acute because it lasted for just a week and then everything went back to normalcy. The story of how the great famine and acute drought came and went is a very exciting one. But that is not what I want to tell you now. What I believed caused a gre...
Dinner and a Show
1920.A sticky June dusk befell Chicago on the night Charlie Greene decided to cross the line.A young negro tip-toeing through the busy Loop district, Charlie paused in front of a department store and contemplated his reflection in the tinted display window. He worried for a moment about the stubborn soot stains on his brow and nose… but looking sharp wouldn’t make him any less out of place on this side of town. Coffee-colored skin was wont to stand out against the pale brickwork lining the downtown streets. His Sunday best really wasn’t much—just a nice beige shirt, stitched slacks, and a clot...
The Boarding school
I passed my seventh standard examination with 92% marks. I am told that henceforth I will be studying in a renowned school in Nainital, Uttarakhand. It has alumni in the likes of Ram Kapoor, Amitabh Bachchan, Dalip Tahil, Major Somnath Sharma (recipient of India's first Param Vir Chakra), Vice Admiral Anil Chopra of Indian Navy etc. to name a few. Even thinking of going to such a renowned school gave me goosebumps. But at the same time the thought of living away from parents and brother made me a little sad. Next day we started our journey towards Nainital from Delhi, our hometown. It was arou...
Seasons
The SeasonsCaroline Hart, 11 years oldBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The low-hanging clouds looked like smoke rising from twww.onedoor.cche burning leaves. Where there was sky, it was red with anger, where it met the fire reaching up from the trees. Under the clouds, however, the sky cried fat tears, but even with the cries of the sky, the leaves remained as flickering flames. Under the press of rain, the trees quivered and gradually shed their cloak of leaves, which then lay on the ground as flames. A vigorous wind punched me in the stomach, and gnarly roots protruded from the bal...