Day 3 Writing Homework
Prompt : Choose a recent experience or event that you found particularly interesting or meaningful. In 600 words, write a diary entry about this experience, incorporating as many of the tricks
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- Due Date : April 25, 2025
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18th of April
The Unreal Playdate
I don’t know where to begin, it all happened so fast. I have a sincere friend called Kailin. The moment she stepped foot into my home, she leapt onto my bed, I followed along. We spent hours lost in our own world, surrounded by a mountain of plushies. The soft, squishy bodies of the stuffed animals felt warm and comforting as we tossed them back and forth, each one of them coming to life in our hands. Kailin and I giggled as we made up wild adventures for them.
After almost getting choked from the plushie fight, Kailin and I began to have lunch together, enjoying an ambrosial meal, the table was set with a spread of vibrant, homemade food. I picked up a slice of warm, crusty bread, its golden edges crisp against the soft, airy inside. The rich smell of melted cheese filled the air as Kailin handed me a bowl of creamy, tomato soup. Every bite felt like a small celebration, the simple joy of sharing food with a friend filling the space between us.
To pass the time, Kailin and I had some fun with bubbles, they drifted lazily through the air, catching the light and shimmering like tiny rainbows. I heard the soft pop each time one burst, leaving behind the faint scent of soap. The cool breeze brushed against my skin as I reached out, my fingers sliding over the slick surface before they vanished. A faint taste of soap lingered on my lips after one popped to close, and I laughed, the sound bright and carefree. The warm sun on my face mixed with the fresh scent of grass, and for a moment,
Kailin and I was lost in the simple joy of the floating bubbles.
As soon as we’d gotten back inside, my mum had left Kailin and I astonished, as she had announced we could craft tanghulu! We immediately started the process by boiling sugar and water at the right temperature, after a long 30 minutes of trying to figure out the correct steps, we’ve done it.
The moment the tanghulu touched my lips, I was hit with a satisfying crunch as the hardened sugar shell shattered beneath my teeth. It was like biting into glass, but sweet, the crisp sound echoing in my mind. As the shell broke apart, the intense sweetness of sugar flooded my mouth, a rich, caramel-like flavour that coated my tongue. The sharp, slightly tart taste of fruit, whether it was juicy strawberry or tangy hawthorn berry, immediately followed, cutting through the sugary sweetness and balancing it perfectly.
It was one of those quiet afternoons when Kailin, my mom, and I couldn’t quite decide what to do. After bouncing around several ideas, we spotted the guess who game tucked away on the shelf. The colourful box caught our eye, and without needing to say much, we all exchanged excited glances. A few seconds later, the board was set up, the little cards were shuffles, and we were ready to dive into the game, each of us eager to figure out who was behind the mystery character.
The sound of the little tiles clicking shut filled the room as Kailin, my mom, and I leaned in eager to guess. I could feel the smooth, cool surface of the board beneath my fingers as I picked a character, the cardboard cards slightly worn from years of play. Kailin’s laugh echoed in the air, bright and playful, as she asked, “Is your person wearing glasses?” I could taste the faint sweetness of the soda we had been sipping, its bubbles tickling my tongue with each gulp. The room felt alive with the energy of the game, the mix of sounds smells, and excitement blending into the moment of pure, simple joy.
The sky had turned a soft shade of grey as Kailin stood by the door, her shoes on, her smile fading. The house, once buzzing with laughter, now felt too quiet, too still. I gave her one last hug, holding on just a second longer, not ready to let go. As she stepped outside, the silence settles in like a heavy blanket, and I watched her walk away, already missing her.
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Vivien – DAY 3
Diary Entry
Date: April 25, 2025
Today was nothing less than remarkable—it was as if the universe gave a brief pause, allowing me to witness its subtle beauty. Although this was a mundane encounter in so many ways, it left me wondering at the vast potential of human connection and generosity.
It began on my typical walk along Sydney Harbour. The fresh air was filled with the saltiness of the sea, blended with the sweetness of coffee wafting from the crowded cafes along the promenade. The city was alive, vibrant with the cacophony of laughter, seagulls, and the occasional ringing of boat bells. But amidst all the fun, I noticed a serious-looking individual sitting by himself on a bench with his shoulders slumped as if he was carrying the world on his shoulders. Drawn by a mix of curiosity and concern, I hesitated for a moment before crossing over. Their face, half-hidden by the brim of a battered hat, wore an expression of loneliness that struck deep within me. I recognized the look—it was my own expression on days when doubts clouded my sense of direction.
Summoning courage, I sat beside them, offering a soft, “Hello.” Silence hung in the air like a fragile thread. Before I could second-guess myself for intruding, they glanced my way, and their eyes spoke a thousand words. We started talking—about the harbor, the beauty of the day, and life’s twists and turns.
Their story unfolded slowly, each sentence carrying the weight of past trials. They had come to Sydney years earlier with dreams as vast as the sea, and as the waves, been hit by unexpected calamities that left them lost. Yet as they told fragments of their journey, I was bolstered by the resilience embedded in their speech—the ability to continue traveling forward in the waves of life.
They pointed in the direction of the skyline, its skyscrapers shining with sunlight. “Do you see the tallest one?” they asked. “I used to believe that success is reaching that point. But nowadays, I think that real success is being tall, even when you’re not the tallest among others.” That small realization was a grand revelation, one which dissipated my own confusion on success and calling.
The most poignant moment came when I handed them a small present—a little bracelet that I had created during a recent art class. It was nothing really, just a simple weave of strings in varied colors. Yet when they received it, their eyes lit up with a flash of surprise and gratitude that left my heart filled. In this instant, it was clear that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness are the most important.
As the sun began to set, illuminating the water in a palette of amber and pink hues, we said our goodbyes. Though brief, our time together seemed to leave an indelible mark, as though I had glimpsed a kindred spirit—a fleeting reminder of the shared humanity that binds us all together.
Walking away from him, I realized that this moment wasn’t about comforting a stranger; it was about finding purpose and definition within. The harbor waves appeared to be sending me a message—beauty in life isn’t found by reaching the peak of the greatest mountain, but in the relationships we build in the process.
This night, as I am writing these musings, I’m overwhelmed with fresh hope and gratitude. The world, though filled with tumultuous storms and challenges, gives us moments of transcendent beauty that make us understand we are never solitary. Something which I would carry close to my heart and attempt to share with others as well.
Your inspired companion,
Yashree
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Valli – DAY 3
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An Unforgettable Experience
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Animesh – DAY 3