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Debutantes

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Debutantes written by Cora Harrison is one of the best historical fiction books I’ve read. And trust me, I’ve read quite a few books from that genre. It’s dreamy, romantic, glamorous, mysterious and warm all at the same time! I really loved it! 
All right, I was attracted by the cover of this book first. Yeah, yeah, they say that never judge a book by its cover but the gorgeous shade of pink and the girl (It is Daisy, right?) looking at you with those delicate eyes and the summary at the back of the book – they attracted me a lot. 
Slightly reminiscent of Little Women and Pride and Prejudice , this book tells the story of four sisters, mainly focussing on sixteen-year-old Daisy Derrington. There’s Violet, the eldest sister, who wishes to have her coming-out ball and marry a rich ‘elder son’. Next are the twins, Poppy and Daisy. Poppy is a jazz enthusiast while Daisy wants to be a filmmaker. The last, but not the least, is Rose – an aspiring writer who I personally could connect with. 
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Maturity

I have written about maturity before.
However, that post was written about a year ago. My thoughts, emotions were different then. I was less sober, I talked without really processing the words that escaped from my mouth and I got hurt easily.  Now, as I reflect on the word 'maturity', I don't think it is acting like a grown up person. I think it's being an adult.  When you're at this stage where I am, you are neither a child nor a grown up. You are in between. Some people of my age go on acting like they are kids (like me, for instance) while there are others who start acting like they're stuck up and way too grown up. Last year, if you would've asked me whether one should have had a little childish streak, then I would've unhesitatingly answered yes. But now when you ask me the very same question, I'd say this:  Never lose touch with your childhood. As you grow, as you graduate to newer things, people and places, you can't simply act like a ki…

Dear Mom,

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You knew you were in for a roller-coaster ride,
When I arrived by your side,
You knew you were going to face challenges,
Which were going to be much tougher than before,

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say 'I love you',
These three words aren't supposed to be said,
They're not to be fed
On a particular day called 'Mother's Day';

When I was little,
I would often fall down because I was oh so brittle,
You'd pick me up and say,
"Don't worry, baby. These scars will soon go away,"

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say, 'For you, I'll bring the greatest treasures,"
I'll be stupid if I say, 'I'll bestow you with the greatest pleasures,'
I'll be a nutcase if I say, 'I'll make you the happiest woman in the earth,'
I am, I assure you, the happiest child in this universe,
Because you're the woman who gave birth,
To me,

Dear mom, you're the one who bathed and nursed me,
Dear mom, you're the one…

Ghost Story

I guess I'm in my storytelling prime right now! :P  Here's a story I wrote for my ninth grade English project. Hope you like it. :) Do comment if there are any errors. Would love your feedback!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Acclaimed lawyer, Zacharias Phillips and his equally celebrated orthodontist wife, Anna Phillips’ teenage daughter, Victoria was pretty famous too.  She wasn’t famous because her father served as an excellent lawyer to America’s most controversial cases. Nor was she famous because of her mother who had set the teeth of the children of Hollywood’s A-Lister celebrities. She was famous because she had sung record-breaking songs, tunes of which, people still danced to. Victoria – or Vicky, as she was popularly known as – had started singing since she could talk. She sang in the bathroom, she sang whenever she was lonely, she sang whenever she wanted to. Singing flowed in her blood. Her voice was heavenly. When she sang, …