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The wind is a cookie. A cold, hard one never suited
anybody. The soft, slightly warm ones are favorites.
If too moist it repels or disgusts people and if
too dry it leaves a crumbling sensation. The stale
ones own a revolting odour, so it has to be fresh
to savor. Perfection is essential, here. It always
has been. However, the beautiful irony is that,
nothing is truly perfect. Amidst this insatiable
quest for perfection, we lose sight of the perfectly
imperfect, which the wind and cookies, in essence

are. Too different and too delightful.

- Kashika Lath, MYP 4

As I reached the campsite, the early morning chill
greeted me.

The wind was a cookie, crisp yet sweet on the first
day of December.

It blew fiercely for a while and then softened as if
it were baked to perfection.

At night as the wind wrapped me it suddenly felt
like one was wrapped in the cookie dough. -Truly the
wind is a cookie.

- Madhav Malhotra, MYP 4