A MOTHER'S FEELINGS

  

 A mother's love is unconditional

some think it is fake, despicable.

When her child fails in some or the other field , 

her grief is like an orange being  peeled.

no one can think of her  busy day, 

her condition is worse during the holidays in may.

She goes through wonderful moments of joy

when her son becomes a responsible boy.

She's busy in the kitchen even in the study

no matter how she is she is my buddy.

I share my sorrows, absolutely everything 

 and there I see her smiling.

Her face shines like a pearl 

I love it when she says, " oh, my little girl!"

I love my mom and always will. 

  

             

Papaya Poppers

         What could you expect from a nine your old girl. All, you would think is that she studies all day and listens to her parents. She would be a slim short,girl. Papaya is totally different from all the other girls.She lived all alone. Her father died working in the army and mother died of malaria. She didn't care about that as she was enjoying. All that Papaya cared about was her treasure box. It consisted of a comb her mother had gifted her and her fathers bootlaces . She found both of them very fortuitous. Papaya was very herculean. She could lift a lion. Her appearance was somewhat like this : Papaya had long red hair down her podgy shoulders. She wore a long shirt that came up to her knees and sapphire blue pants which were begrimed  at the end. She was brawny and burly. Papaya were short socks of different designs. Her shoes didn't fit her but she forcefully pushed her feet  in, no matter how tight they were. Her face was as large as a pineapple with pimples all over. Papaya did not like walking on two feet as she found it very uninteresting . Thus, she began walking on her hands. Papaya never spoke very much.

She lived in a frantic cottage. She had placed the table upside down so she could sit inside it and eat her aliments.Papaya was very melodramatic and gentle to others. Even though she did not go to school she followed refined, social behaviour.

THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS

             The city that never sleeps.This title is just the perfect one for the exceptional city known as MUMBAI.Whether it is day or night, evening or afternoon, you will always find cars speeding across the uneven roads. In this large country Mumbai takes up a small part but a big name.It is the financial capital of India. Mumbai has some bountiful places that one would love to go.

        There is pollution in the air, dirt on the road,impoverished people without a roof but however it is everybody loves her.Some may feel that the love is invisible but it is there, somewhere deep in our hearts. The roadside food the like the 'bhel puri ' or the 'pav  bhaji'. No one here wants to keep their city clean and green.Everybody is busy with their own life.No body is bothered about the other. Many acclaimed people have come from Mumbai.

           However Mumbai is I love it.