Ain't No Mountain HIgh Enough..._Life-sight_The Boy That Always Lied_Saif's Diary
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Ain't No Mountain HIgh Enough...
Awww.onedoor.ccin’t No Mountain HIgh Enough…There once was a girl called Lydia. She was pretty and sweet, but not the prettiest and sweetest. She was smart and clever, but not the smartest or most clever. She never won awards for her work in class. She was fit and active, and loved being outside, but she never excelled and got blue ribbons at contests…she preferred to just challenge herself. In fact, Lydia was quite content in her own little world; it was a beautiful place. She dreamed of mountains, and seas, and blue skies and birds that she chatted with would land on her finger and sing to her in he...
Life-sight
This man, who's my father, is in hospital, even though I’ve never seen him before. He looks exhausted and ill, nothing like how he used to be. When did it all start? He doesn’t stay awake long when I come to visit. I don’t think he likes me seeing him like this. He says “you shouldn’t be coming here to see me all the time. I’ll be fine by next week, just watch”, even though he never is. I wish other people would come. It would really take the pressure off. I wouldn’t have to come every day. He’d be heartbroken if I didn’t show up one day. He wouldn’t say anything though.Now I’m in a chair and ...
The Boy That Always Lied
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, living in a village. A village, quite remote, where the closest town, village and city, was a good hour by horse ride. This young boy, Peter, from a young age, had always found his way out from stressful situations just by lying to people. For him, it was a quick fix. A quick way to get rid of the problem, a bandage on an injury. He never thought of the long-term consequences. He never thought of a permanent fix, or…just to be honest with respect to the situation or people involved. At school, Peter would be the student that often would arrive late...
Saif's Diary
Dear diary,It was a nice day, I Saif, today I played a lot with Mansi, my best friend, she is a Hindu. We were playing in Mansi's backyard. Meanwhile her grandmother called us. She prepared a plate with sweets, diya(curved shape candle), small round earthen pot filled with holy water, flowers, rice, red colour thread, and dry red colour. I asked granny curiously that what this red colour is for she replied in their custom it is called kumkum and this plate is prepared for Govardhan Puja."Govardhan! Puja? What's this all," I asked confusingly."(In India) ceremonial worship of a Hindu deity incl...