The only color is the yellow and orange of the seats, usually covered up by the half-sleeping commuters, listening to the melody of their lives, tuned to only their station. Lights flicker above and the windows are dark. The only one who breaks this silence is a screaming baby. A young child looks around, with
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Music of India
I lie there, rocking back and forth. Below me are the strands of yarn, laced and twined together into harmony to form a hammock. In the distance are the birds of summer that came to sing. They sit perched up on the sprouting leaves of summer. In the ground, they were spinning and tossing the
- March 5, 2012
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- A Lens on Learning
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Why Am I Sew Happy?
I stood, poised at my machine, my implement, my weapon, with my foot resting gently on the peddle, laying dormant for that one moment, but still quite ready to strike. I toyed with the idea of slamming my foot down hard, as hard as I could, gunning the engine of this sewing machine, and racing
- January 9, 2012
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- Ethics and Morality
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A River and Memories
The river in the butterscotch moonshine curved through the mountains. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves of the pine trees. The lofty mountains surrounded the river, protecting her. Fireflies sparkled in the branches, as did the stars in the sky. A light fragrance of some unknown Himalayan flower filled the air. As I stood
- December 5, 2011
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Imaginary Worlds and Self Discovery
“As you stumble through the trees, you see Sulaiman grappling with what looks like one of the rangers you narrowly evaded earlier. What do you do?” my uncle said right before he intoned the question which is the basis of all Dungeons and Dragons games. “Well…” I started off, thinking aloud, then finally making my
- October 22, 2011
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Painting My Dreams
The yellow fog stroked its back upon the window-sills and thrashed its tongue into the corners of the crusty evening, loitering upon the lakes that stood in drains filling the basement, a door yawned with a resonant echo. Cob webs I was once fond of drifted liberally in the air, as the yawning door brought
- September 12, 2011
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Kayaking at Night
My paddles pushed through the smooth surface of the water with ease. This didn’t seem like the same river that we had battled so fiercely only hours before. The very water that had hurled waves, fast currents, and strong winds at us earlier peacefully yielded to us now that the sun had gone down. With
- June 20, 2011
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- Exploring Humor
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Alone in the Darkroom
I have spent seven weeks every summer for the past seven years at a camp in a small town called Poland, Maine. Very few people have ever heard of Poland so I answer their puzzled looks with “Poland… you know, like the water.” Poland Springs is the only major attraction in Poland and the town
- June 6, 2011
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Breaking Fifty
It was early. I was still half asleep as I dressed and quickly ate a bowl of cereal. My dad called up to me and I hopped down the stairs, pulling on my other shoe as I went. I opened the door to meet my dad and I immediately felt the morning Florida breeze. My
- April 18, 2011
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The Sounds of the Subway
Standing on the platform of the 59th street subway station, I listened to the music people were playing and felt one of the best moments I’ve had in New York. Having stayed in New York as an exchange student for already half a year, I’ve seen places that I’ve never seen before, met different kinds of people,
