A day in the life in Bangladesh

Diary 1

Dear Diary,

  So today was another day in Bangladesh. It’s really different here. Everything is so different and new. Some are good and some are bad. Also the college is different. I found people who spoke English and found some other people who also came here for studying. Finding them made it a little easier to communicate. I hate that I don’t speak their language which is Bengali well that’s the main one. It’s really difficult to understand people. I’ve learned a few words but that’s not much help. Anyways I’m going to stop writing now because I need to get my sleep I still haven’t gotten used to the timing.

Goodnight

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A day in the life of living in Mumbai

Diary 1

Dear Diary,

 My first impression of Mumbai is that it is very big and busy. Everything is so different and new for me and for my family. It is an extremely busy place to live. Where different people from various cultures, religions and economic backgrounds converge to carve a path for themselves in a city that has come to be known as “the city of dreams.” This is never more evident than in the stark divides between the rich and the poor. The schools and colleges are different. I found people who spoke English and found some other people who also came here for studying. Finding another person it easier to speak and understand them.

Goodbye

Naina

11-06-18

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MIRRORED LOVE (a reverse poem) BY:OLIVIA CLARK

I LOVE YOU

YOU’LL NEVER HEAR ME SAY

“I SEE YOU’RE NOT THE ONE FOR ME”

WHEN THOSE LIGHTS COME ON BRIGHT,

LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME

THE ONE WHO WILL ALWAYS HAVE YOUR BACK,

THROUGH ETERNITY

BETTER THAN TO THINK YOU ARE GOING;

TO BE ALONE

IT’S OKAY TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING,

LOVE IS IN THE AIR EVEN ON THE PHONE

What am i? by Princess Merritt

 

I am not a victim

You can not convince me

I blamed myself

A child i was no longer

I will not cry

I won’t shed a tear

All i could do was is stand in fear

When i saw myself i had to ask

What is a victim.

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