Luck by chance..or by worth?_Luis Angel_Love by the moonlight………………….._If The Clouds Were Cotton Can
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Luck by chance..or by worth?
There’s a cold breeze blowing up that gives me goosebumps. I’m normally acquainted with the cold, given that I’m in Canada where the temperature drops to -45° C. We spend nearly 7-8 months in a year in snow, but today, I’m not my usual self. I have been summoned to the “Provincial Centre of Speakers Bureau” for a debacle that happened 3 days ago at the Area Contest where I was contesting. However, I’m not alone. Along with me, there is Dimple Mehta - the Area Director, Meena Bhat - the Division Director, and Lily Murphy - the Chief Judge at the contest. I feel miserable that these people are c...
Luis Angel
March 20191265 Willow Lane. That's where I live. It's where I've lived all my life. It's a really old building made in late 80's. It's brick surface, with white tilted floors and Beige walls.My family has lived in this big building for the past 40 years. My parents met here too. Mom and dad fell in love at age 15, had me 5 years after. Then my younger brother and sister."Luis!" my mom yells. "Luis Angel Garcia, come here now!" She yelled my full name.I curse in my head. That couldn’t be good. I roll my eyes, getting off my bed "Going!" I yell back."Oooooh someone's in trouble", my brother teas...
Love by the moonlight…………………..
Love by the moonlight…………………..Raghav and Arti were walking down the beautiful road hand in hand gazing at the wonderful morning sky. The amazing hues of oranges and reds had covered the bright sky in an amazing manner. It was just about time, for the sun to descend from the heaven’s above and spread its light to illuminate the lifeless , cold dark world, giving yet another day of hope and warmth to all life forms. “What time is it darling?” asked Arti to Raghav . “Honey its 5、30 am !”, he replied. The whole environment was filled with melodious chirping sounds of the birds. The cool breeze wa...
If The Clouds Were Cotton Candy
Grandma was a huge Duke Ellington fan. That’s why instead of having us call her Jasmine, she was Grandma Jaz. For the longest time, she had her own sweet shop over at the mall. She’d bring me there every day and have us taste her newest additions. Every day we’d try out new types of caramel, chocolate, and candy. Brook wasn’t born then.Dad, who was a dentist, was mildly frustrated with his mother, but never stopped me from being with her in the shop. In fact, he came along, making sure that I would take care of my teeth. Life was great. Grandma would come to our house sometimes and sing me so...