Shusmita Rani
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TRAVELS
Years I have waited to start my journey and today’s the day that it will finally begin.1969 kombi van and my hair blowing in the wind. I’m finally living the dream I have wanted to live for my entire life. Leaving my hometown for the first time gave me a sense of freedom and that I was finally out on my own. The sound of the old motor ticking away along a long straight of the highway. My destination is unknown to me, wherever I end up at sunset is where I’ll stay till dawn. The sun is shining so bright, beaming down on me; it feels like it is drawing me up into freedom of the bright blue sky. From a dry hot place, I’m starting to see the beautiful horizon. It calls me on.
By Shusmita Rani7 days ago in Education
MY MOTHER
The strongest person I have ever known is my mother. My earliest memory is waking up early with my parents, Dad leaving for work, and Mom dropping Adam off for school (he was in first grade at the time). When I was younger, I used to question a lot why I had to wake up so early to be like everyone else. As I've gotten older, I've come to realize that there were several reasons (that multiplied as I grew older), the primary one being that my mother was reluctant to leave me home alone when I was four years old. Second, Mom wanted me to become accustomed to it. My mom was an intelligent woman. I hated all three from an early age, yet she always found creative methods to make me tidy my room, wash my teeth, or take a bath. However, by the time I was eleven, I frequently found them to be enjoyable and eager to participate. But her intelligence was due to more than this. She was always able to offer sound counsel. When I was seven years old, I used to frequently cry when I got home from school because I was a little overweight, and my friends would mercilessly pick on me. With her arms wrapped around me, my mother would brush my long hair back from my face and wipe away my I told her what had happened, crying. Several times, my mother gave me sound counsel, as though she had been present when it occurred. When I was younger and would complain about my weight, my mother would comfort me by telling me that she had been in my shoes before. I didn't believe it when I was this small, since I didn't resemble her at all. I was small and stubby, with short, nearly black hair and green eyes, while she was tall and skinny, with long, mousy brown hair and blue eyes. (People used to believe that I was adopted because my dad doesn't resemble me at all.) When I was nine years old, the kids at school were still picking My mother brought out an old picture album that I had never seen before and looked at me.
By Shusmita Rani16 days ago in Potent