I began my winter break with a very ambitious plan: sleep early, wake up productive, and become a “new me.” By Day Two, that plan was abandoned somewhere between hot tea and a warm blanket.
My adventure did not involve mountains or flights. Instead, it involved unexpected plot twists. One moment, I was peacefully watching the fog roll over quiet winter streets; the next, I was dragged into spontaneous family plans that turned into laughter-filled chaos. Winter mornings became competitions between me and the cold (the cold won). Evenings smelled like tea, snacks, and stories that somehow became funnier every time they were retold.
The biggest twist came when I realized this break was not about doing something dramatic. It was about noticing small moments: the way the sky looks just before sunset in winter, the comfort of familiar places, and the rare joy of time slowing down.
By the end of my break, I did not become a “new me.” I became a better one. And honestly, that was the best adventure of all.
Emaan Shahzad
Vice-President of the English Literature Club
9C-S