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Just like the sun rises in the east and the
earth is round, the wind is a cookie. Life is a
confectionary, offering an assortment of sweets

readily available, but we must bear the price.
The sweet aroma of freshly baked cake and the
luring, drool worthy pies and sweets. Amongst
these delicacies, cookies go unnoticed. Just like
the wind. Yet, it is always there. However if we
stop, look around and open our eyes, we notice the
ordinary. We feel the ordinary and we crave for
the ordinary. Moreover, when we do, we learn to
appreciate it. After all, it is ordinary to love the
beautiful, but it is beautiful to love the ordinary.

- Aanya Chowbey MYP 4

The wind is a cookie reminds me of leaves flying
around in the sky like cookies flying into my
stomach. The wind is a cookie reminds me of a
pleasant dry smell. The wind is a cookie it makes me
fly out of my senses. The little dust particles fall
on to the ground like little cookie crumbles falling

on my shirt.

- Kabir Jaggi MYP 4