descriptive speech about an object u cherish
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My cherished object this year is a daisy embroidered on a piece of cloth, and this is its story.
After my father-in-law passed on, my mother-in-law spiralled down into depression.
She stayed with my husband and me for two months, and during those months I realized how a more than forty-year-old marriage can meld you with another person: she had no one to feed, take care of, or scold, she said. Yes, she had children, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t need her as much as her husband did. Theirs was a love marriage in a time in India when such a thing was almost unheard-of — marriages were arranged by parents. Theirs was fixed by their parents, too, but they chose each other first!
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What are the top three things you cherish in your life?
Accelerate business growth.
The moment of my first success. First success is special. For it is the sweetest thing in the world.
I was sitting in the auditorium, lost in thoughts. Bespoke suit, grey-ish tie perfectly complementing my ironed shirt. My mind was too much occupied with the uncertainty of what’s gonna happen next. If my memory is not fragile, around 50 candidates were shortlisted for interview. The air I was breathing was filled with grave silence. People were talking to themselves trying to revise things they thought were important to get through. But my prayers and wishes stood odd from the crowd. I wasn’t p
Get the shot, even after dark with night mode of Nokia 2.4.
“Perhaps what I look forward everyday is your friendly greetings and smile. Who else will make it their priority to wish me every-time you enter the company? It is people like you who make life worth living, Saab.”
Vihaan was a person who radiated charm and positivity. His persona was so infectious that he appeared to bring a ray of hope during the darkest of times. He made sure that we believed that there was light at the end of the tunnel, however winding it may seem, however dark it was.
Every morning, he chose to be happy, and he made sure everyone around was happy too. “Why not make a small difference in this world? We send ripples of happiness to the Universe and it promptly returns it back, to you and to your future generations to come.”, I caught him once quoting this.
And he worked in a refrigeration plant, a seemingly mundane work for an other person. But not for him though. Any other person would have grumbled and moaned of how boring the work was, but those words never escaped his lips. In fact, I don’t think he thought of his work that way.
It so happened, that one fateful day, he was in one of the deepest rooms, right at the heart of the factory, working away. And he never noticed the time fly away. It was nearing six pm, and all his colleagues left by five.
And it happened all of a sudden.
He made a minor mistake, and the door of the room bolted shut. And it could be opened only from outside.
He was trapped inside, in the freezing room, with no means of contacting anyone. He was slowly freezing to death. To doom. To non- existence.
He couldn’t breathe anymore. He was lured into a sleep, never ending, blissful, captivating.
He felt hands, heaving him. Maybe this was death, he thought to himself deliriously.
And after what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes.
And to his amazement he found that he was alive, thanks to the watchman of his firm.
“You? But how?”, Vihaan spluttered.
“You always wish me good day and goodbye every time you enter and leave the company, Saab. I noticed you hadn’t gone out, and I waited. As it was getting late, I realised that you were in trouble, and came bolting down here.
Perhaps what I look forward everyday is your friendly greetings and smile. Who else will make it their priority to wish me every-time you enter the company? It is people like you who make life worth living, Saab.”