The very peculiar city of Mumbai suffocated me. Why you ask? Dust. Visible to the naked eye like a foggy morning
, it left me oblivious to what lied ahead. The roads, the people, the smoky sky, immersed in this infinite, amber dust. Luckily, I was cocooned in a car where I could stare in disbelief at India from the outside. The sun sparkling and biting at my skin like hot sand at the beach, beaming onto the street dogs who pranced along the paths as if they were people.
You've changed tense here accidentally, moving into the present tense when you were in the past tense. Decide which one you want to use and be consistent. I think the past tense works best Their ribs protruded out of their stomachs, their fur speckled in burnt orange dust. How do people breathe in this country? Constantly crammed by rickshaws and brown buildings? The driver harshly swerved left, on a red light may I add, only to arrive at a crowd of merged cars that masked any lane markings. Resting on the sun kissed window,
to me this sounds descriptive for the sake of it, it doesn't actually add a lot to my visual understanding of the scene. Sun kissed? If you are going for warm, perhaps sun roasted, or simply, warm. Sun kissed is a cliche, which are best to avoid, but it also doesn't add positively to the image. So reconsider it a thousand beeps infiltrated the air, bursting through my eardrums. In the distance, Dancers swayed their hands in the air and jumped to the jingling bells. The beats of the drum gradually gained speed simultaneous with my heartbeat and next thing a slam on the window struck like lightning. To my utter shock, my eyes grew wide to see children in despair begging to me. Their jet black eyes just met the windows rim as they raised their hands and tapped their ashen nails at the glass.
This is great! The jet black eyes, the window rims, really great! ‘‘Can you bear this chaos?’’ I bluntly confronted the driver.
‘’Madam, there is a saying my father has always told me, Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference’’.
‘’Okay? So you can bear this?’’
I have been getting a really strong voice from your character, through really subtle things. The first moment I got an understanding of the character was when it read "why, you ask?" at the beginning. You're very consistent with the voice. Great job!He just smiled but the sarcasm couldn’t have been any clearer. When pulling into my grandma’s driveway, sounds of laughter and joy which used to reside here unfortunately moved house and silence became the tenant. Before getting off, I sat there and wondered how I used to find India so special.
The door was open but pots and pans clanging together led me to confirm
ed this was the right house. The narrow hallway welcomed me to cemented floors and cracked walls. But suddenly like a blooming flower in a dry desert, my grandma appeared with the happiest face in the world.
Is it possible that you could identify a flower? I think if you identified a vibrant, sprouting flower like a lily, for example, but perhaps one that can be found in India, then you would be taken this analogy to the next level, just by ever so slightly enhancing the specificity, to provide the reader with an exact image.‘’Beta! how are you!
pPlease sit, sit down, oh look at you!
s So grown up!”. She squeezed me with a hug that I dearly missed but she was quick to get back to her cooking. Her frail voice permeated through the house, and she continued to ask me how Australia was.
“Australia’s good” I quaveringly shouted as my body submerged itself onto the couch. Then a soft clutter of steel plates vibrated through the air, my head quickly pivoted to see grandma, like skilled waitress placing three large silver trays of food on the table.
“Eat’’ she warmly commanded.
"Warmly commanded" how wonderful!The smell of exotic spices thrived and blanketed the room. As they diffused in my throat, the flavours sent a warm sensation throughout my skin. But as I was enjoying my lunch, my grandfather’s picture captured my eyes.
Perhaps you could make a more clear link between the spices and your grandfather? Maybe they are the trigger for his image?It stood static, directly in front of me, framed in a bed of tulsi and lotus flowers. My lips turned straight as I realised why I was here in the first place, the funeral.
Is this a time lapse? Potentially do the *** (three stars) thing to separate here. Or, if you are writing this in an exam, leave a considerable amount of lines to indicate that time has escaped.Along the grey sea, a flock of people, all dressed in white hovered over towards my grandfather’s body. The purity of our white dresses dispersed the sunlight across his body, almost in celebration of the shining light that he was. I squeezed my grandma’s hand and we dawdled closer, fingers entangled when our glossy eyes became fixed on the body with a silhouette of precious fuchsias, honeys and violets. But with the ring of the bell, the prayers called for the burning and the crimson flames of fire tore through the flowers and my beloved grandfather, leaving nothing but ash.
I think this next sentence is a bit of a jump, so it deserves its own new line to give it prominence.It’s sad to think it took a death in the family to bring me back to the place I was born. Where we live and where we are brought up somehow form who we think we are but it dawned on me how much I’ve missed my family and my home.
An orange and purple stained sky captivated a new light upon the city. I was in the car but this time with the window down as dust filled breeze softly flowed through my hair. I used to see boring shades of brown, but at dusk the streets filled with twinkling lights made the city brighter. Illuminating colours painted on the roads, the people and the sky. Bejewelled dresses swayed along the pathways mimicking the beauty of the people wearing them. The melodic racket of festive drums and beeping car horns soothed me. Young children ran through the streets as the playful street dogs chased them. I found myself giggling at the sight and the driver widely smiled at me, but this time there was no sarcasm, ‘’see madam, attitude does make a big difference’’. It was at this exact moment I remembered why this place was special, not because I came from here, but because it was apart of who I was.
I'm not clearly understanding why the last part is in the past tense. I think it would be more meaningful if it were in the present tense. "Who I am." Is there a reason you've chosen to do it this way? There very well may be a great reason and I'm just failing to see it right now! The discovery comes together really well at the end in both an emotional, spiritual and physical sense!