A. A moonlit night by the sea
B. A bustling street market
A. The cliff dropped straight down, cascading like a waterfall of limestone into a pile of angular rocks at the bottom. The rocks faded into sand, and the sand was devoured by the sea. The sea rose- poised to attack- collapsed onto the shore, and retreated, leaving only its froth behind. The waves shone with a silvery glimmer, that occasionally dulled when a wisp of cloud enveloped the Moon. I took my seat on the cliff’s precipice, and she took hers. We held hands, and stared up at the stars- squinting, trying to find where she lived now.
B. The din of consumerism gave the street a maddening, but also an alluring quality. The street was wide enough only for a few people; however, seeing the dozens of people jostling around the stalls, one could understand that all ideas of stampede safety had been thrown out of the window. As I weaved my way through, I brushed past clothes covered with glitter and sequins, which hung from bamboo posts along the sides of stalls. Vendors shouted their prices into my ears, seemingly egged on when I cringed impulsively. One final push brought me onto the main road, where loud voices were replaced by honking vehicles.
AARAV KUMAR
Class 11
