A Short Story on a Child Who Was Born in the Village of Dwarka, India

Mr. Kapasi found a growing affection for Mrs. Das when she expressed that his job translating for patients, which he thought of as a sign of his failings, was actually romantic to her. Mrs. Das began as an inattentive passenger in his tour to the Sun Temple who paid little attention to her kids, husband, and sights around her. She and Mr. Kapasi warmed up to each other while discussing Mr. Kapasi’s other job and tourist attractions. Mr. Kapasi was flattered by this woman who he deemed attractive and in an ill-suited marriage. Because of the new-found intoxication with this women who showed genuine interest in him, he even began to doubt his own marriage with his thoughts, “He wondered if Mr. and Mrs. Das were a bad match, just as he and his wife were,” (Lahiri 53). Both Mr. Kapasi and Miranda began to enter into controversy with their new relationships with partners who made them feel cherished while staying oblivious to other concerning factors in the growing relationships.

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Outside the kitchen door, blooming wildflowers circle a mini pond where several birds drink from the lap of a stone Buddha. In the rear of the yard, secluded by a lush willow tree, is the guest house. He opens the door and we walk inside. Where, right off, the sight of lavender flowers in a vase on the night table and their scent please me. As does the bright and spacious room with a skylight right above the wood framed bed.

When he second wake up,he saw a beautiful face in front of him.”you finally wake up”the girl said with a sweet smile.”where i am?”tom asked the girl.the girl hesitated for a moment and said”this is a village near the beach”tom know that she misunderstand he is a pirate,he explained to the girl and she smiled again”what’s you name?”tom asked the girl.”andy”the girl answered.”oh,my name is tom,thanks for you saved me.”at that time,a old man walk into the room.”who are you?why you lay on my beach?”the old man said.”i don’t know.”tom answered.”ok”the old man said and turn around walk out the room.”who is him?”tom asked andy.”he is the leader of this village.he has the holy power that no one had.”what kind of holy power?he can call the god to help him or what?””no!he can use his power protect us from demons intrude!””what?demons......intrude?demons is really exist?””of cause!they eat people to feed them they are very cruel and ruthless.””so i need to tell him all about my thing or he will kill me?””i don’t think you must tell him all your things,but i suggest you tell him how you get there.””can you lead me to his house?””of cause,follow me.”andy said.they walk off the room,tom feel belly still ached.this is a beautiful village,although they don’t have high technology things but everyone have smile in their faces.tom followed andy to a big and awesome villa.it was biggest house in this village.andy knocked the door and no one answered.”he must be out.”andy said.”how about i

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My name is Sonia Singh and I am a first-year psychology student at Guelph-Humber. My email is regarding the personalized hoodies that are going to be distributed to students apart of the psych society. I had not been able to attend the previous meetings but I was told to sign up for a personalized hoodie and I would like to know where I could sign up. Thank you.

“Hey, Koharu! Dinner’s ready, isoide!” My mother’s shrill voice rang through the air, cutting my symphony short. I felt my nose scrunch up, annoyance simmering in my stomach as I pressed my lips together tightly. I never understood why they named me so idiotically. Naming your child after spring? It felt absolutely ridiculous to me. I’m not a season, I’m a person, I thought to myself bitterly.

They approached the side of the cottage to find wall made of gingerbread with windows made of chocolate and icing. The entire house was made out of scrumptious sweets, some that the children never had a chance to taste. The near starving children began to eat the house, picking at the gingerbread walls and licking the icing around the windows. The house was made of the most delicious sweets the children had ever tasted, it melted on their tongues as they devoured it, each piece tasting as sweet and as exquisite as the most divine nectar that is fit only for the gods to enjoy, nectar that no mortal is worthy enough to try. They went to the front of the house to taste the front door, when it opened. An old woman hobbled out and squinted at the children, and the plan the gods devised began to

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There was also a big patio that looked to be for shade which was quite weird since this was indoors. The chairs and patio were both red and silver. There were also two sets of engravings of swans on top of the patio. There was also a white tarp underneath, covering the whole section where the patio and chairs stood on top of, leading me to believe that the chairs and patio are very import to Hindus. Above the chairs and patio, there was another symbol of Om and dozens of lights pointed down towards the

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