artwork @Vasundhara Doley 8D
Beyond the Skies...
written by @Priyanjuli Goyal
I would like to share a memorable experience close to my heart, a drive to Dharamshala, a quaint place located in the hills of Himachal Pradesh. I always had a predilection for mountains because of their pristine view from the valley. When I got to know about this trip, my face lit up with excitement, and my eyes stretched wide enough that one could see them popping out. I started packing all the essentials instantly. As we embarked on our journey, mellifluous music was apt for my ears. I came across several mundane things while crossing various cities and towns. After two hours, we were driving up the mountains. Looking outside the car window, I gazed upon a lake with blue water that shimmered in the sunlight. The scenic view of the valleys was a magnificent sight. The sunlit clouds were like cotton balls drifting across clear blue skies. The lingering aroma of food wafted through the car, making my nose twitch and mouth water. Excitement galore led to hunger pangs which were calmed by the delicious cooked food carried by my mother dear. On reaching our destination, the orange hues of dusk began to envelop the sky. The air was deathly cold, which felt like a slab of ice on my cheeks. Amidst the chilly winds, the sky was engulfed with white clouds, and indeed it seemed as if heaven met earth. One wished for that moment to just freeze, but as they say, all good things come to an end, hoping for more of such enraptured moments going ahead in life.
artwork@Soyam Bola 8D
Written by @Diya Brar 8B
Last year, my mom and I had gone to Seattle. Since I love golf, we decided to play at West Seattle Golf Club. I packed sandwiches and cherries for the game. As we stepped out, the cool air filled my lungs. I had begun to embrace the gentle rain of the city. The course’s grand entrance with stone walls and a huge club house was beyond my imagination.
Two other people, Jimmy McAlister and Adam, joined us. Jimmy gave me a firm handshake, the kind that made me feel his presence. Calming my nerves, I teed off, “Great shot” I heard in the distance. Listening to our favorite music and appreciating the spectacular views of Seattle, we proceeded. Every now and then people passing by stopped to say hello to Jimmy. “He seems prominent”, said my mom. I was too immersed in my own world to notice. Jimmy seemed impressed with my game. Suddenly I heard, “Diya must play at Broadmoor Golf Club”. I stopped in my tracks. The cherry in my mouth tasted like a snippet of heaven. Broadmoor is an exclusive course open only to members. Jimmy happened to know the president of the club. My happiness knew no bounds.
At the end we exchanged numbers. Adam muttered, “Don’t tell anyone you know Jimmy.” I immediately googled him. Jimmy McAlister was a US soccer defender during the 1970s- 1980s. He was the 1977 NASAL Rookie of the Year among many other accomplishments. What a lucky day! Not only did I spend five hours with such an accomplished athlete but he also made it possible for me to play on my dream course.