Blessing_Cool Gang_At Peace At Last_The Streets of Paris
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Blessing
Being capwww.onedoor.cctive alone in a space of a room with a kitchen and a terrace was suffocating Alena during this lockdown." Uncle, would you please give one packet of chip. Wait.. no, no, not one please make it two but let me check first which flavour, i should take. Actually, i'm very choosy when it comes the matter of snacks. It's not that i don't prefer any flavour but i'm little bit choosy here, you know. Anyways, why is it so hot here? Why don't you open that window and let the fresh air come in. By the way uncle i am kitty. "" Oh god! For God's sake, please stop talking now kitty. Why does this g...
Cool Gang
It began when I was about five years of age. I think it was five, well close enough. I was at pre-primary school and the teacher was choosing students for the end of year play, the nativity scene where Mary and Joseph were riding into Bethlehem on a donkey and then having baby Jesus in the manger. “Johnny would you like to play the part of Joseph?” the teacher asked. “Oh yes I would” he answered really excited. (Always excited and super enthusiastic!) “Let me see who I can choose to be Mary” said Miss Johnstone scanning the mass of raised arms and children jumping up and down yelling “Pick me ...
At Peace At Last
The party around me rages with unbridled temptation. The alcohol that is coursing through my system pounds in my head. There’s a deep bass from the speakers that joins in and it’s like a rave all on its own. The faces I recognised earlier are now just blurry figures. Are those figures dancing or is it just me? I stand alone in the middle of the dance floor. My friends surround me, they crowd me, but I’m still alone. It’s just another typical Friday night. I’d like to say this doesn’t happen often, but it really does. I suppose it goes back to high school when I made friends with the wrong crow...
The Streets of Paris
It wasn’t even of them together. It was of Him on his own, back to the camera as all the best photos are, staring off at something in the distance. He was walking down a street, it was raining and the smooth slabs of the pavement were shining with the reflections of the lights on the street in red white and green. Not that it was Christmas, it had been July at the time just about as far away from Christmas as one could get, but the lights provided a beautiful effect anyway, albeit a slightly too festive one. The photo had been taken as one of many, those moments when one realises what they are...