Once upon a time, I went on an adventure to explore South India. First, I visited Coimbatore, where I found peace at the Isha Yoga Centre. The people there were really nice.
Next stop: Ooty, the "Queen of Hills". It was beautiful! But then, something bad happened – I lost my bag with all my money and stuff, except for my passport. I was scared and didn't know what to do.
But guess what? A person at my hotel noticed I was upset. They talked to me kindly and understood how I felt. They even offered to let me stay with their family while I figured things out. I was surprised but grateful.
Staying with them felt like being with family. They took care of me until I could go back home. I felt thankful for their kindness and help.
This experience taught me that even in tough times, there are good people who will help you. I'll always remember the angels who came to my rescue when I was stranded abroad.
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A poetic letter of love,
Nobody in this world is unknown of love,
Each and everyone has a secret love story,
These poems are the thoughts on untold love in the form of letter poems.....
I am hardly ever able
to sort through my memories
and come away whole
or untroubled.
It is difficult
to sift through the stones,
the weighty moments and know
which is rare gem,
which raw coal,
which worthless shale or slate.
So, one by one,
I drag them across the page
and when one cuts into the white,
leaves a trail of blood,
no matter how narrow the stream,
then I know
I’ve found the real thing,
the diamond,
one of the priceless gems
my pain produced.
“There! There,” I say,
“is a memory worth keeping.”