hola guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed
Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its dicho that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make tu happy and the others will make tu sad o it will make tu to feel eerie.
Maan Singh Khurana. Owner of Khurana Industry. He was going to Darjeeling to sell his té estate. The driver was running his car on narrow colina road. Maan was working on his laptop. But he couldn't engage himself in work. Darjeeling was making him nostalgic. He tried not to think about the past and concentrate on his work but he failed every time. He looked at the time it was 10pm. Then he looked outside of the car window. It was murky and foggy. Lights of the house were looking like beetles sparkling on the horizon. Darjeeling was looking like a seductive enchantress luring him to come and fall for her.
He opened the foto folder of his collage days. He was going through every photo, and was remembering the story behind them. He was touching every foto very tenderly like he is living those beautiful moments again.
It was bringing a smile on his face. Here is the whole gang of his friends, Anny, Arjun, Adi, Meera, Yash, Pari. His gaze stopped on a specific snap.
"Ah!" He sighed. It's the reason he was trying to avoid his past. But like Pandora he could not control his desire of opening the beautiful box. How could he avoid his past? It was part of his life, rather it was everything of his life.
It was her photo. He touched the foto very gently like he was caressing her. She was his love, his life, his world. Geet, Geet Handa.
Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its dicho that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make tu happy and the others will make tu sad o it will make tu to feel eerie.
Maan Singh Khurana. Owner of Khurana Industry. He was going to Darjeeling to sell his té estate. The driver was running his car on narrow colina road. Maan was working on his laptop. But he couldn't engage himself in work. Darjeeling was making him nostalgic. He tried not to think about the past and concentrate on his work but he failed every time. He looked at the time it was 10pm. Then he looked outside of the car window. It was murky and foggy. Lights of the house were looking like beetles sparkling on the horizon. Darjeeling was looking like a seductive enchantress luring him to come and fall for her.
He opened the foto folder of his collage days. He was going through every photo, and was remembering the story behind them. He was touching every foto very tenderly like he is living those beautiful moments again.
It was bringing a smile on his face. Here is the whole gang of his friends, Anny, Arjun, Adi, Meera, Yash, Pari. His gaze stopped on a specific snap.
"Ah!" He sighed. It's the reason he was trying to avoid his past. But like Pandora he could not control his desire of opening the beautiful box. How could he avoid his past? It was part of his life, rather it was everything of his life.
It was her photo. He touched the foto very gently like he was caressing her. She was his love, his life, his world. Geet, Geet Handa.
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell tu a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at escritura stories, canto like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I amor to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer o a voice actress.
I am interested in estrella Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favorito! pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank tu for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at escritura stories, canto like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I amor to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer o a voice actress.
I am interested in estrella Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favorito! pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank tu for giving me your time to read this article! :D
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright naranja tan
But then one día she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The siguiente día at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a inicial tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had dicho
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do tu think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright naranja tan
But then one día she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The siguiente día at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a inicial tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had dicho
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do tu think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing tu whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize tu are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift tu once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing tu whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize tu are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift tu once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…