I, Me, Myself

Cristmas is that time of the year when the earth is embraced with love and warmth. Through the ages Christmas stories have lit a fame of hope in the hearts of millions. The following story is my tale, a tale that is sure to leave you feeling nice and warm inside. So read on and Enjoy!!! Merry Christmas!!! Night had fallen and little blobs of light dotted the night sky. The Season of Joy had dawned and the festive cheer held the city in a warm hug. Little Abbie sat on a stool by the window, alternately doing her math homework and counting stars, the shining stars that dotted the windows of the little flats in the big apartment complex opposite to her home. She had counted twenty eight stars, when, she saw a huge Christmas tree being carried down the street. She jumped up and ran to the door, holding it ajar, she stared longingly after the tree till it vanished beyond the ramparts of the apartment complex. Her field of view was replaced by noisy, boisterous and harried Christmas shoppers

Wow! The cool day breezes and the chilly nights are indeed a refreshing change after the monotonous hustle and bustle of daily city life. Ootacamund or Ooty provided a necessary diversion for my soul, which was knotted up in affairs of modern teenage city life. 26 th , MAY We bid a temporary adieu to B'lore , and set out towards the hill country. An endless journey through traffic laden streets........and almost five hours later , we rose through the pollution and met the clean environment of Ooty (that's still a relative statement!!!!) The usual boat rides and trips to the botanical gardens followed.The water in the lake was unexceptionally filthy but the botanical gardens were unusually clean. If this was the difference I don't know, but, every part of the lake was open to us Homo sapiens , but a lot of the gardens was not!!! But the bright side to all this was: Plastic/ polythene and all it's variations is banned in this hill station ......and what's mor