the english side

The crumbling guesthouse in India.

4 years ago, we moved to India to help Dad with his work. The first place we put our heads down at was a guesthouse. We were forced to stay there for about a month (until we felt we were ready to settle down, our currency was changed and our bags packed). It may seem stressful but it made for a...
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My feet are killing me.

I have two friends that go the same way I do once English class has finished (the last of the day). I watch them because they’re differences are incredibly amusing. One is tall, lanky, awkward… The other outgoing, relaxed, talkative.  Yet they make the best of teams (I’d ship them if I didn’t...
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Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Jekyll.

I used to know someone who I met accidentally, unintentionally. Within instants, however, she became a greater part of me. I don't think I would be here today if it weren’t for her. I want to think we were once friends even though she wouldn’t spend much time with me. It’s very difficult to...
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So many people in this city.

I try staying away from big crowds as much as possible whenever I go out for a stroll.  The cosmopolitaness of this city tangles me in, inevitably.  There’s people everywhere, gathering like trembling flocks of sheep. Buzzing with chatter like swarms of bees. And it’s incessant, it never...
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