I walked and walked
Through an empty corridor,
Alongside creaking doors,
Was I being stalked?
I shot up at once,
and looked for the light,
Waking my friend,
Who knew I’d had a nightmare, so held my hand
And put me back to bed, giving me the might…
I cycled to school, all pale
Not knowing if I was prepared enough
For the exam would be hard,
Would I pass? Would I fail?
I was dropped at the gates,
By my friend, of course, holding my hand,
Always there, to calm me down,
And who left, as I met my mates…
“Congratulations!” “You did great!”
My teachers and peers, Said after the presentation,
I was flying over the moon,
happiest with my fate
Too proud, I’d been,
You taught me who I was, in a way I understood
Grounded me again, my friend,
Held my hand, said I’d been a little mean…
Cold with the flu,
Shivering all over,
Couldn’t go to school,
My finger-tips were blue
My mother was home,
To look after me but,
she had a lot of work to do, Once more, my friend was there,
To hold my hand, to hug me in a dome…
You’ve been here with me for so many eves,
When the others refused to play,
You brought me to our lawn,
held my hand And played with the leaves…
I’ve looked up to you for everything, dear friend,
About me, you have never been wrong
You’ve held my hand and shown me the way,
You are much more to me than just, A figment of my imagination
The forest creaks and sways as the harsh winds blow against it. The sturdy pine trees covered with snow stand still, buried deep in the ground. There are no signs of any animals since they have all gone to sleep until spring arises. The birds have migrated away from here too but I mean, who can blame them right? It’s winter and everyone is inside their houses drinking hot chocolate while watching movies. The only one that’s out here smiling right now apart from Joe the caretaker is me.
I’ve been here for approximately 15 minutes now but I’m going to make it quick because my time is running out. I am a snowman and the only time you can see me is in the winter when it snows. You must be wondering how I got stuck in the middle of the woods right? Well, a group of kids came out of nowhere, built me, took some pictures and left. I got bored and thus I am documenting my life, I don’t have much to do anyway. An average snowman lasts for about five hours before melting away into a giant puddle of water, stones and a carrot. We snowmen don’t really do much apart from smile. We don’t eat, we don’t sleep, we don’t do anything really and we are really low maintenance (but then again we are inanimate so it makes sense).
Even though I don’t get to be around for long, I really enjoy the fun people have building us and playing around in the snow. The kids who just built me for instance were having a great time building me. Building snowmen is one of the greatest and most time consuming winter activities. However it is definitely worth all the hard work because at the end you get a snowman like me! One thing all us snowmen want to do in our short lives is feel the Sun’s warmth, like Olaf in Frozen. That obviously won’t work but one can always dream right? There aren’t many adventures we go on since we are stationary but the view is quite nice from here.
Well that’s basically my autobiography. I was going to talk about just my life and that’s it but I ended up talking about a lot more things. My life is pretty short so I had to add a couple more things to make it sound more interesting. In case any of you were wondering about the life of a snowman, here it is. Alright, I’ll be signing off now because it looks like those kids are back with a scarf. Good day humans, see you next winter.
What exactly is the festival of holi? This fascinating feast, also known as the ‘festival of colours’, is celebrated by the enthusiastic Hindus in the month of March. Eagerly awaited each year, the festivity is all about celebrating joy and wonder with family and friends. It is a time to forget all our troubles and enjoy the moment with our loved ones.
This holiday is one of my genuine favourites, where I could spend time with my cousins that I never usually see often. They would always come over to my house early in the morning, shaking with excitement about the festival taking place. We would eat our delicious aromatic breakfasts, made by all the aunties and grandmas, as quick as we could. The adults were most probably annoyed by our excitement, and they would tell us to quiet down and sit.
Our gigantic group of family and friends would go outside once the evening came around, dressed in complete white, like empty canvases waiting to be painted, and armed with many equipment. Finally the time, so longly awaited, came. Everyone would grab the nearest weapon they could find, like a water gun or a fistful of colorful dye, and start attacking. My cousins and I would separate from the grown ups, having our own little rainbow war.
After an hour or two of the battle, with many fallen soldiers covered in rainbows, which were most of the adults, and brave ones still standing, like my proud self and my friends and cousins, we were told to come inside to wash up.
My cousins would stay over after everyone left, exhausted but happy, to spend the night with me. A fun sleepover at my house began once the night fell. Although we were utterly exhausted, we still stayed up, talking and laughing about the day's events.
Even if I moved away from my cousins and relatives, I will still forever cherish the fun moments I had with them. Despite the fact that the tradition has fallen, Holi is still one of my favorite holidays to celebrate with my loved ones.
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