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April 12th, 2010 by Aarju Pandey
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On that cold, rainy Sunday, my father quickly helped me along the slippery sidewalk. I grasped his hand with both of mine, for I found the torrents of rain, which were typical of a chilly autumn’s day, horribly frightening. Our clothes dripping, we found refuge in the small bookstore on the side of Miriam Road. [...]
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June 30th, 2009 by Aarju Pandey
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Another gray, rainy Sunday. I followed my mother out to the bus stop. She handed me the small black umbrella and put her own hood on, shielding her auburn curls. With a loud screech, the bus came to a halt it front of us. My mom took my warm, dry hand in her cold, wet [...]
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July 11th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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My great-aunt grew up and lived a large part of her life in Nepal. She abandoned school at the tender age of fourteen to get married. She played the role of a woman, weighed down with responsibility, at a very young age. She moved to Denver, Colorado in her middle ages. After losing her husband, [...]
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June 30th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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Kinks of light filtered through the high window. I stirred in my sleep, bothered by the sunlight. It was early. Sunrise. But people were already spilling out into the street. Fog blanketed the city, making it almost unfamiliar. The tintinnabulation of temple bells. The fragrance of roses. The barking of street dogs. The warm smell [...]
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June 11th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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She laughed, amused by the falling white flakes. I put my warm hands around her cold pink cheeks. Little snowflakes clung to her lashes. She toddled away stumbling every few steps, and falling face first into the snow. It was silent, excepting her squeals of delight. A blanket of peace covered the city, drowning out [...]
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June 5th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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He offered a firm hand for me to place my small one. Slowly, he helped me take small steps to the destination. The destination. Far away, away from him. Keep going, he said, don’t stop. It hurt. I wanted to stop. I wanted him to lift me up and away from the cold, hard [...]
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April 30th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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I chose not to rhyme because it is not neccassary to rhyme in today’s poem culture. It is considered a somewhat immature to rhyme in poetry. A rhymed poem for all the folks who wanted it A cat chased a rat The rat had a bat The rat hit the cat In the head with a [...]
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April 27th, 2008 by Aarju Pandey
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Two worlds In one skyscrapers define the horizon In the other peaks jut out of thick morning fog In one paved roads snake through the busy city In the other gravel crunches under my shoes She came long ago Leaving one world behind for another She set foot in strange soil Tears still [...]
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August 21st, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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Children and Nepal is quite a disappointing topic. There is discrimination among genders. Cruel treatment of kids is also not rear. Children are mostly taken seriously. This is a problem waiting to be solved. Some parents and adults think it quite all right to spank or beat children when they make mistakes. I think this [...]
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July 30th, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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Similar to a dark shadow sweeping across the sun bathed land, filth and carelessness are taking over the breathtaking landscape of Nepal. A beautiful country is slowly but surely losing its natural extravagance. The once pride filled city of Kathmandu is too dirty to breathe in and littered from head to toe with all kinds of garbage. When you walk in the streets of Kathmandu you will be sure to see people covering their mouths and noses with cloth or their hands because of unpleasant smells or excess dust. You will also see people, instead of using a bathroom, leaving their waste in the street. It is also good to note the many dogs with Rabies roaming the roads; these dogs could take peoples lives with a simple bite or lick. Was this how the land of the Himalayas usually was?
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June 12th, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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The sun shines; warm and reassuring, sunlight is bouncing off leaves and flowers. A small bud nestled in the middle of a thousand. Unnoticed, a part of everything else, green and tiny, the bud rests. So exquisite, yet still overlooked and ignored. It’s just another bud in the midst of many. Too quiet, too small, [...]
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June 8th, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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I believe in mental growth through listening. I believe that I can grow in terms of knowledge and experience when I listen. Listening is learning, whether it is listening to my teacher lecture about civil rights or listening to my grandma tell stories about her childhood in Nepal. Listening is, for me, to hear someone’s [...]
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January 18th, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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This is a peek into life in America as a slave. A window into America’s dark and dirty side. I have chosen, to make this narrative all the more interesting, to write this in southern dialect. If you do not understand the English here, it is because of that. In school, I watched a movie [...]
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January 15th, 2007 by Aarju Pandey
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Living in the U.S.Is really great Most people are respectful I’m a Caucasian man I speak English as my first language And I’m a CEO I earn millions I’m proud of this country Living in the U.S. Is so unfair Most people are rude I’m a woman of color I have a heavy accentI [...]
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October 30th, 2006 by Aarju Pandey
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Some of us are weaker Some are stronger But why this arrogance? Some are wealthier Some are poorer Still why show off? You might be attractive Or maybe not But what is under your skin counts So why be vain and brag? You might be of one race Or maybe of another gender Then why [...]
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