Revisit, Reset & Restart
Tribute to Life
Between god and me
Parents when would you Realize?
Hi Everyone,
Few days back I read a news article in Times of India (a leading Indian newspaper), a school going boy Rugved Raikwar, studying in 7th class aged 12 decided to fast demanding a reduction in the weight of school bags. That’s a mighty step from a spirited boy against the administration who is not heeding any attention towards this core issue. A glance at this incidence took me years back down the memory lane. We as school going students suffered the same thing, carrying bags heavy as hell. To make the matters worse the walking distance from bus stop to home was long, Indian summers made the path a bit more longer and a house at fourth floor of the building without lifts, just imagine the plight of us poor kids. Well going through this piece of news makes me think few other incidents which are not directly in-line with this “weighty” issue…
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THE MORAL OF THE STORY….
Yet another page from the mother-daughter diary
“Mom, please tell me a story and put me to sleep,” my daughter requested. It’s a part of our routine. Sometimes I read folk tale books, and sometimes I play bedtime stories on YouTube (when I have a lot of things to wind up and anxiety kicks in thinking of the remaining agenda). But there are times when she demands stories freshly cooked up. She also hands me a few specifications, like certain characters, names of the characters, certain habits, and so on. Trust me, she plucks fruits of imagination from La La Land and lets me feast on some of the juiciest fruits. Once ingredients are given to me, the onus is on my shoulders to serve her with an enjoyable story, laced with a moral, of course.
So this time she wanted me to tell her a jungle story…
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Between The Journey And The Destination
Originally posted on Candles Online
Marooned amidst the desert of nothingness,
surrounded by the mountains of despair,
the traveler’s intellect summoned him the ultimatum.
“Your journey has come to an end,
take this cloak of melancholy and drape yourself,
let the crown of failure adorn you
as you put a halt to your momentum”.
Saddled by the burden of his dereliction,
the traveler turned into the sediment of brunt hopes
whose dreams dissipated and poured down stony eyes
touching his parched lips,
He was exhausted and slipped into a deep slumber,
believing it to be the end of his ordeals.
But soon his thirst beseeched him
to look out for a potion to sip.
He rose from the heap of his molten & mangled desires
to quench his thirst and reinstate his trudge.
In the darkness of ignorance, he sensed fear
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The Moral Of The Story…..
Yet another page from the mother-daughter diary
“Mom, please tell me a story and put me to sleep,” my daughter requested. It’s a part of our routine. Sometimes I read folk tale books, and sometimes I play bedtime stories on YouTube (when I have a lot of things to wind up and anxiety kicks in thinking of the remaining agenda). But there are times when she demands stories freshly cooked up. She also hands me a few specifications, like certain characters, names of the characters, certain habits, and so on. Trust me, she plucks fruits of imagination from La La Land and lets me feast on some of the juiciest fruits. Once ingredients are given to me, the onus is on my shoulders to serve her with an enjoyable story, laced with a moral, of course.
So this time she wanted me to tell her a jungle story with a…
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Hey Don’t Call Me Aunty!!
Originally posted On Candles Online.
What hurts a woman the most? The word “hurt” is making this an emotional saga and definitely, I am not in a mood to tell one. So let’s change it to ” Enrage”. Yes, that makes it powerful😉. So what can enrage a woman and invite her ire almost at the drop of a hat?Call her a bad driver she can still pardon you. Call her a nagger, you still have chances to watch that football match with friends. Illogical, argumentative, gossip lover – you still have bleak chances of making it safe. But one thing that guarantees a woman’s “you are so dead” look is calling her Aunty!!!!!
**Important Note: Don’t try the above-mentioned stunts at home**
Imagine a 25 year old lady who just delivered a baby and haven’t shed the extra kilos gained…
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Countless memories and countless emotions
Source: Participating in Prompts and Challenges
Hi Everyone,
Every soul that takes birth on this earth be it any form of life has a journey which we call “life cycle”. For souls in human body this journey of life is filled and marked with “Countless” memories and emotions.
Taking a ride down the memory lane, brushing aside the dust from the pictures life is standing as a flashback in front of my eyes and I am watching it without battling the eyelids.
A simple girl from a middle class family who loves to-day dream having high hopes and aspirations for future. Academically good (at least everyone thought so 🙂 ) parents, teachers, friends and even myself had high expectations from me that I would do well in life. Out of school, now in college. A different and a bigger world. Lessons were not just a part of classroom but every…
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Will-Knowledge-Action
It’s a story of the reunion of a man with his daughters. A man had three daughters from whom he got separated. The three sisters were Ichcha, Kriya, and Vidya. He was leading a miserable life, until one day when the three girls reached his house and asked for shelter, as they were tired of playing. As it was dark outside the man decided to let the three little girls halt in his house.
The darkness was so terrible and threatening. The darkness was an invitation for the robbers to intrude into the boundaries of the house. They slowly started digging the foundation of the house. Their purpose was to crash the house and loot. As the walls trembled in that dark night, so was the man. This is not new to him. All his life he was under constant attack of burglars in the veil of…
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