A Star

It was my first skating competition. I skated onto the rink, shaking nervously. Then suddenly, I heard my name being called. "Anoushka...." my sir called. I skated towards him. "Okay, look, cthere's nothing to be scared of. You'll do really well. Just keep repeating, 'I will do well'- he said. I nodded. He smiled at me and told me to go and wait where all the city level children were waiting. I went there, and gave my name. Soon, my race began. I stood on the starting line, still shaking. 'Peeeeeeeeee' the whistle blew. I took of as fast as I could. Suddenly, a girl who was skating with me in the race tripped over a stone and fell. I suddenly stopped skating and went to her. I helped her get up and I saw she was bleeding on her knee badly. I held her hand and skated slowly while she rolled. There were 3 more rounds left and we rolled till the race finished. Even though both of us came last, she still thanked me for helping her finish the race. Everyone cheered for us and my family was very proud me. Even my sir was proud of me. So, by this I learnt that it's not only about winning a race, it's more about finishing it.
"Anoushka..."- mom called. I woke up with a jerk. Then I realised it was only a dream! But still, that day I was a star.

-me

THE day of my life.

I entered the stage, shaking with fear. It was my arangetram, which is a bharathanatyam performance, a classical dance which I enjoy so much that I show off to everybody about it. It makes me feel free, like a bird flying fearlessly in the sky. Anyway, my sister and I were the only ones doing it, as you're supposed to do it solo or like a duet, or, well, basically all the attention is on you. That's the whole point why there were flutterflies in my stomach. Anyway, I plucked up my courage (kind of) and went up on stage. I wished me sister Aditi luck and she wished me the same. Then, it started. The music of a violin, a mridhungum, a natuvangam all mixed into one. I looked at the huge audience, gave such a big smile that my jaws hurt, and did the best I could dance.

Now, a year later after my arangetram, I'm writing this so that all those memories come back so near that I can almost see it. My arangetram came out quite well, with LOADS of gifts. I still wish I could do it one more time, just to make it a little more better than what I already did.

-your young friend Anoushka.

momma

Her eyes just closed,and I can hear her soft breathing. Her body going up and down as she breathes, like a spectacular beat you've never heard before. I miss her every minute, every second she's gone. I touched her soft hand, and it felt just the way it always feels- warm and cozy. She taught me so many things, that I can't even count them. Her soft cheek feels like the most softest pillow ever. I love her. Alot. Her laugh, her smile, makes her like a hero whenever she wants. As soon as you look at her face, you can see a smile appear on your face. She is, and will always be the biggest hero to me, more than any other superman. Even when I behave badly, she'll always tell me that she loves me no, matter what. She's the best, truly the best mother anyone could have. She'll always be the first one to run and give me a huge hug and wish me on my birthday. Her encouragement never stops. She tells me to enjoy a race than win it, and her cheering always works. I love you, momma, and I always will.

-Anoushka (aka me)

me the great

Bonjour, folks! This is your good young friend Anoushka. You've probably read the title of this article. It suits me, dosen't it? I really hope you read these me stuff. I've got a blog at last (you've noticed, haven't you?) ! Anyway, this is for everyone who wants to read it, especially for all my teachers and my parents and my grandparents an lots of other people too, who've encourged me to write more. I created this blog because I love writing and it makes me feel alot better. Be sure to read all the me poems and the me essays. Enjoy...........

- me