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The Other Dish It was indeed, a memorable victory perhaps has found its way into the ‘remarkable history’ A Gold won, in the world-famous tournament is why we players are here, cherishing the ‘beloved’ treatment... Silver platter is what our food is served in and oh! the food within, is heaven’s delight which only in our dreams we’d seen and the chandeliers had such mesmerizing grace, indeed they matched the charm of that place... Briny taste of the caviar, floral scent of saffron, garlicky tinge to the white truffles were just a few which caught my gaze, all served to honor the moment’s glory and showcase... All my mates, along with me were flattered  by the delicacy only we knew who truly deserved… The world looked up to us today, we know but in our own eyes, we’d fallen way too low... Apart from the many dishes served, One another existed which only we could see It contained the fact that our match was fixed It was a dish, of our staged victory; totally beyond gross, and that’s ...

   "Ahead of LIFE-time?" St. Thomas' ride was ready for one marvellous educational trip which the students were to remember worth everything, forever. They had gone shopping to get themselves impressive outfits specifically for the trip. They would plan all summer for the same and would spend hours wondering what the Science Park had in store for their amusement! and, oh! don't you miss the fact that each of them had stayed up the previous night to finally welcome the longed day's sunrise. Just the name of that place also served as a strong dose of coffee for them. They were all charged up as they buckled up for what they hadn't known-  An adventure Professor Smith had done a great job of maintaining his consistency in being a boring teacher. Although disliked by many, his words were still to be followed. He commanded "I want pin-drop silence" all way long even though his voice was the only sound that echoed to be any louder than "pin-drop silen...

    She stared at an image not entirely by her will everything about which had her stop still   She hesitated to stay  but wouldn't leave just yet not before her eyes made her palms wet    She held the image and wiped it clean then declared it was the  ugliest she had seen  for its features lacked intellect and wit she added, black color would seem fairer than it   Its teeth were all crooked and nose so big and hair so curly like one nightmare of a wig  She suddenly fell down like it was too much to take  the burden of looking good for society's sake    She lifted that image once again  it was trapped in a mirror, but felt her pain    They were all so heartless  who convinced her she was worthless it is such a pity she was labelled 'dumb' instead of 'witty' and ugly when she couldn't have been more pretty   And here she was, looking at the mirror with hatred in her eyes she could be cured, despite ...