Hallo's Eve...

By the local correspondent Inaya Sinha

Watch your calendar,

The spirits are ready to hunt,

Beware Hallo’s Eve!

London Day...

By the local correspondent Inaya Sinha

You wake up at noon to see your sister working out,

The door is locked so to be let in you really have to shout!

After exercise is a nice bowl of Wheatos,

Then a couple of Whatsits because they don’t have Cheetos!

You feel the chilly wind in your hair as the afternoon rain sets in,

Well, that was an abrupt stop to our great game of badminton.

Finish one, two, three books in a day,

After reading, we’re back out to play!

That’s my daily routine of living in London,

What I do for another day there, just one!

We went to see Harry Potter, and the cursed child,

The spells, execution and adrenaline was all wild.

One actor went inside the clock and out came another,

The performance was flawless, impossible to uncover.

I sat in my seat in awe and glory,

I wanted there to be a part two of the story.

The other day we went to the arcade,

We played golf too, that was a fun escapade.

We played mini golf from hole one to nine,

It was really hard, I couldn’t hit the ball in even one straight line!

After a while, I finished the course,

Should I start hitting the ball with more force?

Then we went to the movies, inside out 2,

The movie was brand new.

I learned that you need all your emotions,

That is an important notion.

I wrote a reflection on it soon after,

I said it was full of happiness, love, and laughter.

Nando’s was my go to if I wanted to grab a quick bite,

Whether is was ten in the morning or ten in the night.

The weather was always a nice seventeen degrees,

With that statement, I don’t think my sister agrees.

She wears sweaters all year round, and can’t stand cold,

Her sitting in an air-conditioned room is very bold.

I rode a double-decker bus, it was my London dream,

Trust me, go on it, it’s as fun as it seems.

My sister took me to the mall to shop and drink Boba, all alone,

I can’t believe our parents let us do that, they really must think we’ve grown.

She bought me a plushy, and I hugged it all the way home,

It had fur, which I even used to comb!

Soon, we had to go back,

Can’t we take my family home in a sack?

When the day came, I couldn’t stop crying,

I really didn’t look forward to flying.

In London, more than than things I did, was the people I met,

This isn’t always an opportunity you get.

Next time you see your family, don’t take them for granted,

In your heart, those are the people who made love be planted.

That really was the best holiday ever,

Because my family was all together.

I can’t wait for the next time we come back again,

I am looking forward to it, well, until then!

Thank You!!

The Race Of Life...

By the local correspondent Inaya Sinha

Run and toil in the scorching sun,

Pressure on your back like a million tons.

Run fast, run to the end of the line,

You can’t stop now, there isn’t any time!

Your feet must ache for victory,

Today is the day that you make history!

Without time to stop or to think,

You’re on life’s race track before you could blink.

People cheering on you in a never-ending stadium,

Can’t have too much pressure on the old cranium.

Picture this, crossing the finishing point,

You just can not disappoint!

People always say if you give it your all,

It won’t matter whether or not you fall.

Is it the same for someone else,

“You better win!” someone yells.

Tragedy strikes on the race track,

From my friends leg, I hear a crack!

Rolling in pain towards the sidelines,

This is the moment where my character gets defined.

Do I stop to help them and lose the race,

Or run ahead and get first place?

What’s more important, my friend or a medal,

Never mind, it’s just a useless piece of metal!

My friend is in deep pain,

By helping them, I set fire to the common rain.

I hear from the stands “Leave her, go ahead!”,

If I do that, my kindness will be dead.

She picks herself up, and we limp together,

We finally crossed the finish line, we shan’t surrender!

I know that, for me, the race is lost,

But to win, no, my friend is too high a cost.

Even in the race, though I came last,

My list of friends is very vast.

Rather than win a race of running,

I want to win the race of life, it’s very cunning.

To be able to stop, and help a friend in need,

In my heart, I have planted empathy’s seed.

Kindness and empathy are the most important traits,

With that, a lovely world awaits.

The race of life, I have won,

To win it, with all you must become one.

Thank You!!