Email to cousin

     Dear cousin,                       
                               How are you? I am fine here. I am sorry that I was not able to email you the last to weeks as I was having examinations. You had asked me about how is live in Singapore. It is god but I want to share with you about what happened a few months ago. It is all about the Little India riot.                                                   
                            The Little India riot occurred on 8 December 2013 after a fatal accident occurred at  21:23 at the junction of Race Course Road and Hampshire Road in Little India, Singapore, causing angry mobs of passersby to attack the bus involved and emergency vehicles that had by then arrived at the location. About 300 migrant laborers from Tamil Nadu and Bangladesh were involved in the riot which lasted for around two hours. This was the second riot in post-independence Singapore, and the first in over 40 years since the 1969 race riots.
                             The riot continued for approximately two hours, and the situation was brought under control before midnight. Officers from the Special Operations Command [SOC] and Gurkha Contingent  were deployed. An estimated 300 police officers were dispatched to deal with the rioting. A witness reported that rioters at the scene were intoxicated with alcohol and threw beer bottles.By 23:45, all rioters had dispersed to the surrounding areas. This was a bad experience. I wrote this letter fro this reason.
                             Please reply after you have read this email.
Cheers, 

Athika

MY STRUGGLES AND HOW I OVERCOME THEM

          MY STRUGGLES AND SUCCESS  

         Hello! I am Athika and I would want to talk about my struggles and success. Everyone is scared about national exams. I am also scared and I am talking about PSLE which everyone knows.

 

             I was first very weak in my Maths, English and Science. I was very weak that I will only get D or E or C for the subjects. My mother always scold me for getting bad marks. 

 

              I studied all I know but I kept on failing. Even though I fail I could see that I improve by at list four to five marks. I was not able to cope up at all in class. I would want the ground to open and swallow me when the teacher say out my name.

 

                   One fine day, I was sitting in the school canteen alone.  Then, my friend, Pooja, came to me and explain and tell me that nothing is impossible and i can do it. I followed exactly what she told me and i managed to get B for English, C for Maths, C for Science and A for Tamil. 

DRAFT 3 The story of a key chain

NAME: ATHIKA AFREEN
CLASS: 1E1
               DRAFT  3      The story of a key chain
                   Hi everyone ! I would like to tell you about my life but before that  let me introduce about myself. I am something which everyone use to hang on their bag. Do you still don't know me? I am a key chain.Do you know how I look like? I am made of a shiny chain and a pink butterfly shaped base with blue floured pattens on me. I love people who look and smile at me. Now I am going to tell about an interesting story happened in my life.

                         I was made years ago in America.I was placed in a transparent glass box.I was then carried to an enormous ship and was placed in a dark container. I was not able to see anything, but
I had a feeling that I was travelling somewhere.

                                  After the long journey, I suddenly heard some noise and strong light shone on me. I was then taken to a truck. After a long time the truck finally took off. I was taken to a huge ground gift shop. They placed me on a glass shelf. The next day, the shop was opened to the public for viewing and buying.

                                    There were other key chains along with me. Within few minutes, people entered entered the shop. A lot of the      shoppers came to where I was placed and looked at me. However nobody bought me as I was expensive. The sun setted and the moon rise. The door of the shop closed. I was as sad as a loner.
                                      
                                     The next day, the minute the shop was open, a beautiful young girl came with an adult, holding hands. She saw me and came to where I was. I thought she will do what the others do. To my surprise, she stretched her hands and took me from the shelf. That feeling of the touch comforted me a lot She went straight to the cashier and gave him some dollar notes.
                   

                                   later, she brought me home. I would have been the happiest person in the whole world. After a few minutes of traveling we reached the destiny. The girl zoomed into a room as if she was zooming the camera. She then quickly hung me in a corner of the room. That was the last day I saw her. The second she left the room she also shut the door and locked it. I was locked in the 'ROOM'!

                                 I am now a free bird. You must be thinking how I become free. This the last part of my story. Years went by. I was hoping someone or I will say anyone to come and open the door! I was very sad and only dust was settled on me. After long period of time finally, the door was opened. The bright light shown on me. Tears of joy was flowing down my cheeks.

                                I was still not seen by the by anyone. Then, an young lady entered the room she looked at the room as if that was the first time she had seen the room. Then, she came to me and looked at me. She immediately took me in her hands and wiped all the dirt away. She did not throw me because it is dirty or old already. She used me again and now I am a free bird. I would like to really thank you for reading about my life.   

THE STORY OF THE KEY CHAIN. DRAFT 2

        DRAFT 2        THE STORY OF THE KEY CHAIN.    
               
                   Hi! I would like to tell you about my life but before that  let me introduce about myself. I am something which everyone use to hang on their bag. Do you still don't know me? I am a key chain. Do you know how I look like? I am made of a shiny chain and a pink butterfly shaped base with blue floured patterns on me. I love people who look and smile at me. Now I am going to tell about an interesting story happened in my life.

                         I was made years ago in America.I was placed in a transparent glass box.I was then carried to an enormous ship and was placed in a dark container. I was not able to see anything, but
I had a feeling that I was travelling somewhere.

                                  After the long journey, I suddenly heard some noise and strong light shone on me. I was then taken to a truck. After a long time the truck finally took off. I was taken to a huge ground gift shop. They placed me on a glass shelf. The next day, the shop was opened to the public for viewing and buying.

                                    There were other key chains along with me. Within few minutes, people entered entered the shop. A lot of the      shoppers came to where I was placed and looked at me. However nobody bought me as I was expensive. The sun setted and the moon rise. The door of the shop closed. 
                                      
                                     The next day, the minute the shop was open, a beautiful young girl came with an adult, holding hands. She was me and came to where I was. I thought she will do what the others do. To my surprise, she stretched her hands and took me from the shelf. She went straight to the cashier and gave him some dollar notes.
                   
                                   later, she brought me home. I would have been the happiest person in the whole world. After a few minutes of travailing we reached the destiny. The girl zoomed into a room as if she was zooming the camera. She then quickly hung me in a corner of the room. That was the last day I saw her. The second she left the room she also shut the door and locked it. I was locked in the 'ROOM'!

                                 I am now a free bird. You must be thinking how I become free. This the last part of my story. Years went by. I was hoping someone or I will say anyone to come and open the door! I was very sad and only dist was settled on me. After long period of time finally, the door was opened. The bright light shown on me. Tears of joy was flowing down my cheeks.

                                I was still not seen by the by anyone. Then, an young lady entered the room she looked at the room as if that was the first time she had seen the room. Then, she came to me and looked at me. She immediately took me in her hands and wiped all the dirt away. She did not throw me because it is dirty or old already. She used me again and now I am a free bird. I would like to really thank you for reading about my life.