The Burmese, though not an armed millitary force as defined in the dictionary, were against the British, who were seen as an opressive power that was only interested in extending dominion. The hatred could be sensed by the fact that they never let go a chance of irritating the speaker, who was a white officer. The speaker obviously disliked the Burmese since they had made his job miserable. On the other hand, he felt guilty being part of the tyrrant government's scheme, where he was made to see the dirty work in the close quarters. He also realised that apart from these, his greatest enemy was his "British"ego, which destroyed his freedom and made him kill the elephant so as to avoid looking like a fool infront of the natives.

Water, water, everywhere ...

My punctual alarm rang at 7 o’clock, and for the first time in eighteen years, I didn’t shut it off right away. I had been waiting restlessly for this dark night to end and the beautiful morning to make its grand entrance. The feel of the golden, warm sun, the whistle of the breeze, the sweet cooing of the birds and the smell of morning dew, all made me wonder how foolish had I been to waste 6570 precious mornings sleeping! (Yes, I actually made an effort to calculate that.) It was a perfect day to go for rafting.

I have always admired water and its dual nature; not only can it kill your thirst, but you also. The milky white foam, colorful creatures, various sized pebbles and broken tree branches, all seemed subservient to Master River; they had to go where the river took them. I wondered if we too were servants, not just of God. With mixed feelings in mind, I stepped in to the raft. I could feel the cold water gushing under my feet. The raft was trembling at first, may be of fear, I thought. Fear of being guided to a waterfall by Master River, since it had disobeyed him by letting humans come on board.

Gradually, the raft overcame its fear in my father’s expert hands and drifted smoothly, while we enjoyed nature. The river had its own grace. The waves looked peaceful, yet the flow looked dangerous. Dipping my hand in the freezing-cold water, I asked myself: If any one of us falls, will we ever touch the base or keep going deeper and deeper…Hey wait a minute, that is why we are wearing a life jacket right! Soon after, our stomachs gave us the grumbling signal. Plain mayonnaise sandwiches smelled like chicken biryani for some unknown reason, and soda was all we needed to complete our meal.

Always wanted to be THE QUEEN ...

Getting up early in the morning, when your sleep does not permit you to leave the cozy bed, and your dreams don't want to be disturbed, is difficult. On top of that, preparing food and waking up everyone when you are half drunk already, that also for a whole month , is even more tiring. Sehri does have a charm to it, only if i was treated like a queen ( which i am supposed to be!) and my husband did all the food preparation :D

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Hey. This is not really an introduction since I don’t know what to write, but here goes nothing. I did my A’ levels from Beacon house Jubilee Campus. I was as proud as a peacock when I got a 96 in O’ level English, but my heart broke when a big C appeared beside General Paper in A’ levels.
What is it that possibly went wrong? Did some evil spirit cast a spell on me? O yes, it was the “lack of reading” spirit, which had revealed itself as a C. My vocabulary, due to this reason is very weak. It is embarrassing not to know basic words. I would/will (I don’t know which one to use here) really appreciate if we keep getting short stories like Urdu, My love song, though I don’t know how many of my classmates would agree to that! :P