The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning
So we come to the end of my youth in America.
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So we come to the end of my youth in America.
My family was big into "Indian functions" around this period of my life. My dad was president of the Kerala Association of Greater Washington. My mother was on the committee for the Washington, D.C.
I remember it quite vividly. I was upstairs in my parents bedroom watching TGIF (oh come on!!. you know you did too once upon a time!!!). Full House was on.
Storm looked at his mother aghast. He shook his silver fur ferociously then he growled and yipped "why me Mama?" Dusk sighed and gave an angry glare at her mate Snow. "Because your the one Storm.
A howl escaped her lips forming a beautiful song of a perfect melody. Her silver grey fur was shining in the moonlight, her gold eyes dancing with knowledge.
I miss how we laughed at the stupidest things. I miss how you said "darn it" with your accent.
I had seen enough of Europe even at 17 to know that its playgrounds were filled with ex-kings, some of whom lost their thrones because they did not understand the duties of a monarch.
Disaster rose up, an earthquake made by 4 lions that didn't want two cubs to fall in love, two stuck, love struck they keep talking and roaring at the trials that built up, day by week, month by...
She watched out the window, her long black hair tied up in a loose messy bun on the top of her head. Sleep evaded her as the hours passed. Her dad's old red pickup truck bounced along the dirt rode.
Over a year ago, I embarked on the longest, furthest and biggest journey of my life.
Almost everyone was happy as school let out that day, the sun shining brightly and not a cloud in the sky, perfect weather for afternoon fun.
When you was just a young girl you wanted to be a woman, now that you are a woman you want to be young girl, but alas,what a shame, now you spend your life looking for a way out When you was 15 you...
It was a typical East London secondary modern school, large, Victorian and overcrowded with an excess of green railings; it brooded in the shadow of Docklands.
I could remember the days when I was a kid Days of penny lollies, bubble gum Marbles in puddled gutters Hot with East End sun.