It was a dark night of a rainy season. It was raining heavily with thunderstorm. Venkat with his wife Padma entered the Marriott Hotel of Miami as a tourist. The room was already booked in advance. They quickly completed the formality of checking in. As Venkat reached his hotel room, he was happy and contended. He was in his mid thirties, bright, young, cheerful, a Director in a reputed company and felt dignified to have reached a position where he could afford to be in such a luxury hotel. His wife Padma, a sweet, sheltered and youthful young woman of bright complexion in early thirty was a simple, fun loving, devoted housewife. It was their first visit to United States and they were happy to be there. They were married for about ten years now with two children. They had left their two daughters aged 7 and 12 back in India with their grandparents.
They settled in the hotel room. They had planned a vacation for four weeks and intended to visit the eastern coast of USA. Their itenary included Miami, Orlando, Washington, New York and Buffalo. They had taken their dinner at the airport and were in a happy mood. There room was on 5th floor on the poolside view. The deluxe room was spacious and finely decorated in the shades of gray and red. The bed was enormous with white bed sheets. They straight away went to bed and slept together.
Next day they got up early and spent a long time in the swimming pool of the hotel. The hotel grounds were well kept, and they found a sun bed at one of the three pools. After a heavy breakfast in the hotel, they proceeded to the Matheson Hammock beach. This beach is more a lagoon with a killer view of the bay than a beach. They moved through the long walking paths watched all kinds of boats and yac...
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...st. Offerings were made to gods. As per traditional practice, Padma was dressed in yellow and all her ornaments. She was looking grand and was extremely happy.
There was a big dinner party in the evening. Dinner was arranged from a nearby hotel. People were taken around the house. People had lot of admiration and appreciation for the interiors of the house. Every one complemented Padma for a marvellous design and interiors.
Venkat,”Now you are the queen of the house. You are looking beautiful in this yellow attire and all your ornaments.”
Padma,”Thanks for giving me the house. Did you watch how happy are the children?”
Venkat,”Yes they have got their room. You have decorated the children’s room so beautifully. Their bed in the form of a ship is looking so good.”
Padma’s parents and Venkat’s mother stayed for about a month. The days flew. Every one was happy.
... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
The Victorian hostess had a primary goal in mind when she held a dinner party, and that purpose was to flaunt her status. She aimed to impress her guests with elaborate dishes.
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The bride is then assisted in adorning herself for the public ceremony which begins with a feast at the family’s home.
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The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
The bridal night, now that the moment was close, Nina felt shy. Ananda closed the door and grabbed her. His hands leapt all over, under her blouse, her petticoats; they forced her on the bed to enable an even speedier exploration of her body. Startled, she tried to slow him down, but in five minutes he had come, five minutes and he had not even entered her. The rest was done with his hands, but that was stuff she could have done on her own. (Kapur 89)
As the bus from the airport slowly comes to a halt, I jerk back in my seat with a grin from ear to ear. The time has really come again as I peer out the window and see the Welcome Home sign I long to see every year, in Disney World. Surrounded by the pale shades of blue on the buildings, the starry sky, and palm trees, I am once again at The Beach Club, my favorite resort in the Happiest Place on Earth. With a silent and still beauty surrounded by the cool evening breeze, the anticipation of the waking morning is too hard to handle, knowing that the magical feeling of the Magic Kingdom the next day will surround me.
As a young girl at 14, I used to reminisce about the future, how badly I wanted to grow up, to drive, to be popular in high school, go to college and land an amazing job, have a huge home, nice cars, and an extremely handsome husband. The older I got, the more I began to realize all of the things I once desired for were not what I truly wanted. I began to realize the value of happiness, adventure, and creating memories rather than the value of temporary popularity, material items, and physical appearances. What I realized was that when one is lying on their deathbed, because the only thing guaranteed in life is death, they will not think, “oh what a lovely car I drove” but rather, “I remember when I went on my first road trip with my friends.” As mentioned in “Tuesdays With Morrie” by Mitch Albom, Morrie emphasizes the idea, “once you learn how to die, you learn how to live,” meaning, remembering that one day we will all depart from this world, one will realize what it truly means to live. Another pointer that can essentially alter one’s vision of living life: to live simply, as discussed in “Where I Lived and What I Live For” by David Henry Thoreau. Although thinking about death is a harsh reality on a young teenager, it is rather helpful to wrap our heads around it at a young age. Why? because as one grows older, they will see more death. Living a simple life may seem boring to a young teenager, but as one grows older and their schedules become bustled with work, and responsibilities, they will wish that they could step back, and choose a simple lifestyle.
Pooja, you look absolutely gorgeous… radiant. I saw Salim swell with pride when he saw you today. He is truly a lucky man to have someone so attractive, intelligent, warm and caring. A wife who will be all he could ever wish for, and more.
The movie Pursuit of Happyness shows how a person became a homeless then eventually how he survived from being a homeless. Then, to being a multi millionaire. Even though he experienced how hard life can be he still pursued to reach his goals in his life for his son. This movie shows how a homeless person stand up and pursue to be successful.
We begin packing for our beach trip shortly after my grandmother arrives from North Carolina. My dad's twenty-five-year-old surfboard is securely tied on top, and we are stuffed like sardines into the car with the week's groceries packed in every nook and cranny. My dad always insists that we take everything with us; it would be a sin to spend good beach time at the grocery store. The trip down is uneventful, and we make our traditional one and only stop at the Subway for lunch and gas. I was taught early on that there are limited drinks on travel day because bathroom breaks are unheard of. After an early start we arrive to find our three-bedroom, three-bath condo just as we remember it. We especially enjoy having a VCR in each bedroom, After unpacking the car, my family and I head for the beach. The familiar smell of the salty air, the rhythm of the ocean waves, and the gentle breeze across my face are like long-lost friends. The beach routine begins.
If I had no limits as to how much I could spend on a vacation, I would take a trip to different cities in Mexico. My dads side of the family is Latino and many of my relatives live in Mexico. My month long trip would consist of a variety of cities I have visited before and others that I would be visiting for the first time. I would take advantage of Mexicos rich culture by participating in the peoples customs and getting as much experience as possible. The trip would be very meaningful because my heritage is something that I am very proud of and passionate about.
In the afternoon, around twelve o’clock, I am waiting for my lunch on the downstairs deck of the hotel. I love staying outside as much as I can because of the warmth in this area. As I wait for my meal, I sit at a wooden table and look to the ocean. The sun is beating down
Queen Supayalat stands as a strong character throughout The Glass Palace. Once or twice a year the Queen would ride out with her daughters, her face a white m...