Viniette 5

On my way to school many things have not been notice but one thing that has never failed to draw my attention is the little old man that lives in a crumbled old tent on the road to Vasant Vihar. It is not as much of a tent as it is a shack with unparallel walls and garbage bags for a roof.

The man seems to never show any emotion, as if he is staring into a television blankly. And for a reason that I haven’t found yet, he is always sitting outside his tent with a white robe that you might mistake as a brown one if you didn’t pay enough attention.

Delhi’s Pipe Dream: http://www.flonnet.com/fl2217/stories/20050826003903100.htm
The Hindu 1:
http://www.thehindu.com/2006/08/19/stories/2006081914790400.htm
The Hindu 2:
http://www.hinduonnet.com/2004/12/04/stories/2004120410840400.htm

Viniette 4

A block market has helped me time and time again. It always has what you need and it never disappoints you; it has colors for Holi, fire crackers for Dawali, and everyday things like construction paper and food. For example; when I have a project but forget construction paper at school, A block has what I need. It has been a part of several different memories I’ve had in India.

This was the market where I got blinding colors for Holi, the booming fire crackers for Dawali, and my everyday junk food, but most importantly it is a place that holds a bunch of my fabulous memories!

Viniette 3

It was five pm and I didn’t have a ride home because my mom was using my car. So I started looking for a ride but nobody I asked lived in my neighborhood then, just before I lost hope I remembered that Jiggy did lived in my direction but he ended up have to run errands so I was back to square one. About 20 minutes later another friend of mine was willing to split a cab with me so we did.

We decided to drop me off first so we turned to F block but as we did out of the corner of my eye I saw Jiggy on his way home who supposedly had to run errands.

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