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     It was a tedious Friday filled with frustration and all I wanted to do was relax at my favorite restaurant – Touch Nine. It was an Indian restaurant and I ordered my favorite egg biryani. At the bottom of this scrumptious dish, was one of the eight natural wonders of the world, according to me – an egg.  Oh, the delights of eating an egg; I feel like I am on the pinnacle of peace! Today, since I was as hungry as a primitive caveman with no food, I ordered for an extra large egg. Once the server set my food on the table, I savored every grain of rice. As I was finishing the last bite of my biryani, I saw an egg shimmering like gold at the bottom of my plate. I blinked my eyes, but it was still shiny and glittery. What was this egg about? Was the gold my imagination? What mystery did it hold? I decided to crack it at home (pun intended).

     As soon as I arrived at my detective’s cave, also known as my room, I placed the egg on my desk. Then I ferociously bit it. However not even one slight detail was left to give proof that I chomped it. Next, I tried throwing it like a baseball against the wall. That did not help but instead caused trouble. With no patience, I stormed up to the attic and pulled out the hammer. I threw it with all my force and I heard a crack. To my disappointment, it was the desk that had to bear my wrath! Exasperated, I left to go watch a movie.

  The next day as I rose and saw the sun on my desk, I was astonished. I woke up and wiped my eyes to see if it was real, but realized it was that ludicrous egg from the day before. Infuriated, I ran to smash the egg, but heard a crack even before I had a chance to touch it. Perplexed, I examined it. A small crack was on the egg. As the egg split into half, I closed my eyes. After a while, I opened my eyes and saw nothing. With an atrocious start to a Saturday, I dragged myself to the restroom.

     I think I have officially gone crazy. First, I see a golden egg in my biryani. Then, no matter what I do it won’t crack. Now, I am hearing voices. I think I am starting to lose my senses. I am seriously thinking of visiting a psychiatrist! The voices I hear keep saying something like “Help me!” I am not sure though because it is very faint. For some reason, I kept on looking at the egg. After a few minutes, I thought I saw a small human. I went forward and looked again. This time I concentrated really hard and to my surprise, it was a tiny human! I ran to fetch the microphone from my brother’s karaoke set. I placed it next to him. My heart started pounding as he walked to the microphone. “Hi. My name is Disneyan. I come from the land of magnificence, where everything is advanced from apples to zebras.” Since I am a techie person, I really wanted to see this world. First I needed to ask who this guy was, right? “Who are you?” “ I have already told you haven’t I child? I am Disneyan.” “No, no…” I said. “What are you?” “That’s a mystery for you child, am I not right?” Okay… this elf or whatever it was is really smart. With no other choice and out of burning curiosity, I asked him “Can you take me to your world?” “Sure, hold my hand first.” Disneyan replied.

     Disneyan said it easily but it was the biggest strife ever. Every time I tried to touch Disneyan’s hand, I either squeezed his head or his chest. After several attempts, I took a deep breath and took my magnifying glass to see his hand. As soon as I held his hand, lights flashed in front of my eyes. I looked around and all I could see was light, then suddenly it became dark. I thought I went blind and screamed to be let out of this infinity of darkness. Then suddenly the black traveled on the color spectrum and slowly degraded to blue. I was blue as far as I could see. Then, I looked down and saw buildings the size of my arm. However, these buildings were much more technologically advanced. They had doors that needed a thumbprint to operate and portals that had the same mission as an elevator. As I walked to pet these buildings, I heard people screaming. It was Disneyan’s kind. All of a sudden, my instinct kicked in and told me not to stay here. Nervous, “How can I get out of this world?” I asked Disneyan. “You want to get out that quickly? Fine. Come with me!” he replied angrily. We walked in the opposite direction of those screaming people until we reached a building much taller than the one from before. Infact, it was bigger than me. There were doors taller than me too. I was suspicious because the building seemed like it was designed for humans like me. We walked through the doors and inside was a huge machine. It was probably was the instrument that would take me back home. There were also a lot of golden eggs around the machine. Maybe it was the breeding room. Next, Disneyan instructed me to stand still. “Bye, Disneyan!” I said with a bit of guilt. “Okay! See you my friend…” and then he pressed a button. “In a smaller size!” he said while he cackled. My adrenaline kicked in and I tried to run, but it was too late. I was strapped to the floor with gargantuan buckles. Disneyan pressed another button and this time electricity jolted me. I tried to avoid, but it had already hit me. Panicked, I pinched myself to see if I was alive. Surprisingly, nothing happened. However, it was probably too late to judge that. I was rapidly decreasing in size until I became the size of Disneyan.  A golden covering started to encase me but as usual, I couldn’t budge. As this happened, Disneyan said “And to answer your question, I am a micro human.” I shed a tear as me for the last time. In the next chapter of my life, I was reincarnated as a golden egg.

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     “Oh!” As we turned around the corner, I saw three gray spots in the distance. As the road stretched closer to these gray spots, my thoughts became contradicted. My heart raced and butterflies sprouted in my stomach. What would happen next? A trampled car? Or even worse, was I going to see the rest of my summer break?
    Sometimes a summer vacation can be more melancholic than enjoyable. This year’s summer break was an instigating mix of both. The despondent event of my grandfather’s expiration taught me an important lesson that I will more frequently use in life; we should always try our best to trek through the tough times! Even though I was not in school, I was still learning. However, there was one difference – I was being schooled in the subject called life.
    When people use a two-finger gesture, they mean peace. I think a bit differently. The meaning of peace is Valparai, where the grass shines like emerald and the waterfalls glitter like diamonds. However, there is one thing that beats the beauty of nature, it is the unique animal, the lion-tailed monkey . These naughty beings grabbed my snacks and greedily gobbled the cookies. This did not anger me because I was more focused on its beautiful tail. As we climbed higher, the number of monkeys upsurged. Some were basking in the cool waters of Valparai while others were standing with pride in the high eucalyptus trees. However, there was one obstacle in Valparai – the fog. It was almost like we had spectacles with high power. Ergo, we had to descend Valparai with heavy hearts because of the stubborn fog.
    Many people use Tylenol and other cough syrups to cure their cold. However, in the Chinnar forest there was a whole repository of medicine. There weren’t just bottles of Tylenol hanging from trees, but the trees themselves were medicines. As we set off to explore Chinnar, the vegetation and quality of the trees improved. I loved the splendor of the place and the fresh smell coming from all the quarters of the city. The beauty instilled an amicable feeling inside me. We turned around the corner and entered a clearing in the forest. In this diverse landscape, there were many animals, but I spotted something that I didn’t expect to see. At first glance, I saw seven gray blurs. Then when I turned again to examine them, I saw huge white spots stretching out. “Wait!” I said. My dad instantly stopped the car and I put two and two together. These spots were indeed the pride of India. They were the Indian Wild Elephants! Instantly we jumped out of the car with excitement. As white lights flashed from our phones, I felt proud that I had made a wild spotting. I was also scared that the elephants might come charging towards us, so I hurried my parents and brother. However, that day really created a state of confusion in my mind. Should I become a neurosurgeon or a zoologist?
    Whether it was the lessons I learned or the wildlife I saw, my summer was wonderful. Even though I experienced fear and some pensive feelings along the way, I created a summer scrapbook full of wonderful memories. I will cherish this wildlife expedition, and especially the endangered species that I saw. I will also protect these exquisite elephants, so that I can pass on to posterity. The mighty elephants and the crystals of the waterfalls in Valparai and Chinnar will remain in my heart forever. We must always remember to create, share, and protect memories. Oscar Wilde rightly said, “Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.”

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