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A pair of ducks swimming on the Mississippi was enjoying the cold afternoon. They poked each other and playfully ducked their heads underwater. As they glided in the cold water, dead leaves from maples and birches fell on the water in silence. A gush of wind separated more leaves from their branches, thrusting them farther away from the trees that once held them lovingly. It was a lifetime separation, for a fallen leaf would never reunite with its bearer. You could hear the melancholy note of autumn through its fallen leaves, bare trees, icy water, gray skies and a cool sun. Even so, the celebration of colour would leave you mesmerised, make you wonder if nature had all the hues hidden in its objects.
The woollen coat wasn't warm enough to beat the cold. My hands were freezing, for I forgot to bring my mittens. I felt the urge to touch the dry leaves, feel the cold water and caress the damp trunks of aspens. Alas! I couldn't bring the hands out of my pockets and run them on the beauties of fall.
Iit was too cold. The tall sturdy trees bore signs of autumn; while most had leaves in colours of yellow and brown, some had them in orange and a few in red. The dead leaves in red reminded me of rose petals, soft and smooth. Each maple leaf is a natural work of art, and on an autumn afternoon, one finds it difficult to fight the urge to lie on a bed of maple leaves. It was only the Christmas trees that stood tall and green, the approaching winter causing little harm to its leaves or colour. Even in the biting cold of December, it's this Yule tree that would stand tall and strong.
Standing on the picturesque bank of the Mississippi, I inhaled the smell of dry leaves mixed in cold air and evening dew. The icy air filled my lungs, and I coughed. Staring at the sky, I tried to catch a glimpse of the rising moon. But the moon was nowhere to be seen; perhaps a shroud of cloud kept it out of sight. A squirrel running past me, stopped for a second to look at me. Startled, it sped away, its small feet crunching dead leaves.
It was time to return. The evening was already clothing nature in a dark suit called the night. It was getting darker and colder. I started toward home, humming a song that I thought I had long forgotten…
By Wara Karim
O WING to our monsoon climate and moisture laden air, precious silverwares lose their sparkling shine and gathers a rusty image. Be it your expensive antique silver utensils, your stylish silver ornaments, accessories, or your favourite silver décor piece, all kinds of silverwares suffer the same problem if not taken proper care. Even after polishing, in only a few weeks, the spotless silverwares become stained again. There are various kinds of silverware polishes in the market, which you can apply for polishing. But if you are lazy enough to get a polish and rub your silverwares, here is a tip: just wash your silverware with toothpaste! Rub the items with a damp soft lint cloth and toothpaste and wash it as usual. In a few minutes you will have spotless silverware. To protect them from staining, place them in clear plastic with silica gel packets. As for your ornaments silver or gold, use an old toothbrush to rub it with toothpaste [preferably non-gel toothpaste] through their curvy edges and clean your jewellery to make them shine as if new!
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