My Daily Life

  I jumped out of bed, sweat covering me in a layer of sheen. Unable to sleep, I had been  and  turning  in my bed for two hours. Thinking that a little water and air would do me some good,  I got out of bed and went down the stairs. To my surprise, all the lights were switched off. Usually, my parents would leave the lamp under the stairs switched on,  as I was a little scared  o f the dark.    Now with no light of the little light cast by the crescent moon up in the sky or the streetlight farther down the  lane, I  tiptoed to the lamp and I  switched  it on.  The flicker of light surprised me ,  as it wa s a little sudden.  Walking slowly to the kitchen with my hands clasped behind my back, I was again left astonished  when I saw the  ba ckdoor  open , though just a little. A gentle breeze blew and the leaves rustled as if swaying to the rhythm.  Closing the door, I was left perplexed as to why  my parents hadn’t closed the door. Now a little scared, I walked  to the kitchen quietly.

It was all fine until Jayde Fallon was found dead at her residence. With the window broken to the outside and the victim’s hands bleeding, but no trace of blood was to be found on the glass shards. Jayde had a kitchen knife sticking out from the chest. Her emerald green orbs were staring blankly into space. Her raven black hair was matted with blood due to the fact her forehead had a huge gash which was sticky with blood. The room was scattered with books and other such things. All the drawers were flung open which suggested robbery. The cop who was assigned the case was named Darrius Thorne and he got to know from the neighbours that Jayde had been a simple young woman with simple needs. She had a few friends but lived alone. Her parents had died in a car crash seven years prior, when she just turned 22. Her parents hadn’t had any siblings so she was left alone with no family. She used to work in a reputed company and despite being in a junior position, she received decent pay wh

The wind blew and the storm poofed, Sent a wave of dried leaves hurtling down the lane, The clouds were forced to shift, By the force of the mighty wind. The wind howled like a dragon, When it was angered by the living, Left the world in a state of devastation, Causing irreparable damage. It blew with the force of a million elephants, Tarnishing houses and blowing away roofs from above the head, Left stomachs empty with people looking for shelter, But what was done is done.  

Your words,they stung, You left her broken into a thousand fragments, Her self confidence took a dive, Into an ocean of despair and regret. When her hard work was burnt by your talks, Of her being nothing more than a dummy, It hurt more than jagged rocks. And then,you term her as grumpy. When her value is not recognised, And she is pushed to fall down, You have hurt her more than thrice. Sometimes the pressure leaves her feeling ready to drown. This is all just poison. But if you talked to her politely, With a benign composure and good intentions at heart, With respect for her and her work, That wouldn't pierce like a dart. When her value is known, Her sacrifice appreciated, Her real potential is shown, And a new she created. When she is given a chance, A chance to rise to the occasion, Her happiness can be seen at a glance. Now,her life has become fun. This is what is life's nectar.

It was a cold night yet was filled with the laughter of people.Street lights were not the only bright thing on the road.In fact,the whole town of Pillsbury was decked with fairy lights,wreaths,Christmas trees and ribbons.People went around buying cakes or doing the last minute shopping of gifts.During this hustle-bustle,nobody noticed a young girl of about twelve walking all alone on the road.She was not lost,neither did anybody care.She was dressed in dirty rags and her face was covered with soot.Her hair were all tangled up and wore no shoes.Even in the bitter,biting cold, she bore only a thin jacket and a single glove on her right hand.Her other hand was bare while her tattered jeans possessed a large hole on her right knee.Somebody had stolen her only pair of shoes leaving her to mourn over that alone.Now,seeing the happy,cheerful faces in the crowd made her even sadder.Oh!Why didn't she have no family?Why did she have to spend every Christmas with the stars and moon for comp

Friendship is an eternal bond between two friends which can never be broken. William Penn once said and I quote,"Death is but crossing the world,as friends do the seas;they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face, and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are in the best sense ever present, because immortal." unquote. Friends are said to have true magic within themselves. They can enlighten the life of a poor pauper, a boring businessman and even touch the souls of people who have forever lost hope. Or one might have a normal friend, one with whom they can loaf around with, joke and prank others. Two months ago, a group of fifteen delegates from Paris,France visited my school. Two teachers accompanied them. I hosted one of the students who visited my school. He