My feet brushed against the face of another rock shelf, testing for its stability and pausing only for a brief moment. I heaved my chest up once more and willed my legs to carry me farther and faster, yet they resisted. Sighing with the groan of pain that shot up through my body and then a flicker of movement caught my attention. In a clearing, surrounded by dense shrubbery, lay a pipe – old and battered, rusty and dull with a multitude of holes, water trickling out of them spewing in all directions. An idea then hit me like an arrow – I realized, that the Chinese conquest of Tibet was merely a scar – that even though the Tibetans had been abused and ill treated just like that old pipe, it still carried water, symbolizing the people’s unbroken spirit and desire to preserve their culture with clarity and focus. The holes were simple coverups and while they had been pierced they hadn’t been diluted.
Context : Grade 7 Learning Journey Triund Trek – Impressionistic writing