Staringale
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Little Jane's Big Project
It is a chilly afternoon, and I am standing in my living room with a kindergartener. A young brunette with green irises, she lives in the same neighborhood as me. Today, she accosted me on my way home from the campus and requested my help with her project. Seeing the determined passion in her eyes, I agreed, and together we went back home. Upon reaching home, I gave my mom a tight hug and told her about little Jane, who accompanied me back. I asked my mom to check in with Jane's mom and left to get freshened up, leaving Jane with my mom.
By Staringale5 months ago in Longevity
A Day with a Book
Book Stats: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, published in the year 1866. Today I had some free time on hand, so I decided to return the previously borrowed book from the library as the date of return was closing by. Cycling to the library while enjoying the cool breeze and silent street, it was still early in the day. The library only had the librarian who was sorting out the books. Returning the book I asked for a recommendation on a deep moralistic novel, the librarian gave me a smile and pushed a book towards me. Taking it I sat by the window in the library and started reading. It is Russian language, though I am not proficient in this language, I know enough to get by. So I started reading it took me quiet sometime but here's my opinion on it.
By Staringale5 months ago in BookClub
The Mystery of Dimly Lit Rooms
Entering home after a tiring day on the campus, I gave my mom a tight hug and then stepped into the living room. A mouthwatering scent hit me, and I immediately knew that Grandma must be in the kitchen, cooking her own recipe for lunch. Excited at the prospect, I skipped to my room without bothering to pay any further attention to the dimly-lit living room. With the homemade meal on my mind, I freshened up hastily, slipping my feet into cozy slippers and skipping like a little girl to the kitchen.
By Staringale5 months ago in Longevity
Appreciating the Little Things
Rising with the sun gives one a proactive approach towards the day. Sitting in the kitchen during the early morning silence and serenity soothes the soul. Today, I wasn't enjoying this morning gift of nature alone. My mom and grandma woke up early and were now accompanying me. The window telecasted the beauty of nature as we ate our breakfast. The chirping of the birds caused the melodious tune to drift through the air, awakening the soul. The music created by nature is better than any music I have ever heard. The plate of heartwarming breakfast before me made this a lot more exciting.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
Sunset Musings & Piano Adventures
Sitting by the window, I watched the sun set. The beautiful transition is so mesmerizing that it leaves a lasting impression and it never gets old. As the sun starts to descend, the sky that was illuminated by the sunlight gets darker and darker, an array of colors appear widespread across the sky that slowly blend together, creating a beautiful shade. The air gets colder and colder as the sun descends. The cooling air gently caresses my face, reminding me of a mother's touch. The air picks up its pace, the wind blows through my hair, causing my scalp to cool down and my hair to blow and twist in a random way. The last light of the day sheds light on the birds returning to their homes.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
The Culinary Quest Ending In Failure
Making puffed rice at home has been on my mind for quite some time now, and today I finally got the chance to try it out. The college let us off early today, so by 1:00pm, I was home in comfortable clothes and relaxing. I thought, why not give it a try today? I have both the time and ingredients, and that led me to the kitchen.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
An Afternoon Spent on Hunger Games written by Suzanne Collins
Just watched the first season of hunger games and I wanted to see how the story unfolded in the books. So grabbing my wallet and the helmet I rode to the dingy old-bookshop across the corner on my bicycle. This was the book I didn't have with me at home so I had to buy it but I got a bad news when I stopped infront of the bookshop. Because there on a white board it was written in bold letters closed. I didn't want to put it off till tomorrow so I made a u-turn and headed for the library. Thankfully I was able to borrow the book, racing back home, I got comfortable on the couch and started reading. And here's my opinion on 'The Hunger Games' written by Suzanne Collins.
By Staringale6 months ago in BookClub
Roaring Thunder
Waking up to a blast of roaring thunder is a new experience, and not a very pleasant one. Rubbing my eyes as I opened them, I took in the view before me. The room, which was dimly lit from the light of the lamp, became brightly lit from the thunder outside, which seemed to seep through the closed curtains and illuminate the room for a few seconds before disappearing and repeating the pattern. Knowing I would not be able to go back to sleep in these conditions, I quickly got up, freshened up, and headed to the kitchen.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
Chills & Chocolate
It was 3:00 pm sharp on my wristwatch when I was let off from the campus. Walking back was beginning to be a difficult task, as the sun in the sky was hidden by the clouds. The warmth from the sun that I was used to enveloping me in a comforting hug was absent. The wind was picking up pace, causing my hair to hit my face violently. Fumbling with my bag, I managed to get out my emergency bobby pin pack and secured my hair with it. Now that my vision was no longer obscured by hair, I resumed my walk.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
Childish Antics & Grandma's Amusement
Waking up with the sun shining brightly high in the sky brings me great comfort. Turning off my alarm, I stretched like a cat amidst the warmth of the cozy blankets. Pushing back the layers of blanket, I got up to get ready for the day.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
Morning Library Disaster
The soft bell from my alarm echoed through the room, rousing me from my slumber and pulling me away from dreamland. Blinking, I slowly opened my eyes and got accustomed to the dimly lit room. Sitting up and stretching, I turned off the alarm, letting the comforter fall onto my lap. The chill of the room brought goosebumps to my skin. The sun was absent, and the sky was still dark with twinkling stars.
By Staringale6 months ago in Longevity
A Morning Immersed In the Magical World of Harry Potter
During this recovery period books are my best friends, so sitting on the couch with a steaming mug of freshly blended tea and a book in hand I was set for the morning atleast. The book was 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone', the debut novel in the seven-part Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. I loved it since childhood and still continue to do so, there are very few stories that are timeless and still interesting. No matter how many times I went through it, it never gets old.
By Staringale6 months ago in BookClub