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I know I am writing after a really long time but then I am not one of those people who just writes regularly. I just pen my thoughts down or as in this case, type it out as and when the writing bug bites me hard and refuses to let go!I recently watched Paa, a movie that I had my own reservations about, owing to my own personal reasons. However, after watching the movie, I am compelled to write

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Childhood.Who can forget those days? The red frock and matching bag and shoes which I wore on my first day in kindergarten, those tears running down and tiny fingers latched on to my mother’s hand so she would not be able to leave me and go. Then the teacher, a Mrs. K, a benevolent lady with a mellifluous voice gently loosening my grip on my mother’s hand and taking me inside with the promise of

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This is not much of a post but just wanted to share a bit of fairly good (If I may myself dare say so) photography that I took with my SE F305 (2.0 mp)

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Amma is ready to go walking while I am fast asleep. The shrill cry of some vendor breaks through my blissful sleep and I got up annoyed. Still rubbing my eyes, I went near the window and was shocked to see a girl, who was very young trying to sell flowers to some guys who obviously were interested only in humouring their sick interests, whatever they were. I called that girl near my house gate

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Yay! I am so happy today. India has scored a major judicial victory! May every lover of justice rejoice! Nearly two years after the skeletons and bits of flesh were unearthed in the drainages of an industrial plot in Nithari village, Monindher Pandher and his necro servant Kohli have been convicted by a special court today. While Koli was found guilty by the court under various sections of Indian

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She would never forget that day. In the park, they were sitting cross legged, sheltered from the heavy pitter-patter of harshly falling rain drops by the expansive gazebo. Even now, twenty years down the line she could recollect every fine detail of the exquisite miniatures etched on the gazebo. She remembered his strong clear features and sharp compelling gaze. That dark green shirt that he was

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Life is as blessed as you make it to be...This piece of writing is a purely personal one that just leads me to marvel at my own brilliance at fooling people with my “mad-hatter grin” as I would like to call, despite the numerous growing frustrations and aches within my heart. No, it’s not that I’m an inexpressive person who holds back everything in my heart. On the contrary, I have always held

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My first piece of SERIOUS writing, so this might sound very raw and inexperienced. The issue that I'm trying to tackle here is called "Are We really free ?".History tells us that we wereliberated from the tyranny of the Britishers in the year 1947.60 years into achieving freedom but we still aren't free. We have enmeshed our women within the cage called"culture and tradition”. The way women are

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Warning : I am no creative genius and hence those who read my blogs are bound to find redundancies in my writing. I write as it flows, from my heart, so all the inexcusable errors are absolutely mine and if brought to my notice, I will try to improvise.The writing bug bit me after a very long time and I was seized with the urge to write something. After casting around for topics in vain, I

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Where The Mind is Without FearWhere the mind is without fear and the head is held highWhere knowledge is freeWhere the world has not been broken up into fragmentsBy narrow domestic wallsWhere words come out from the depth of truthWhere tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfectionWhere the clear stream of reason has not lost its wayInto the dreary desert sand of dead habitWhere the mind

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Generally nature watching has always set me thinking, especially watching the sun slowly sink into the West.It brings out in me a sense of calm and clear-headedness where I am able to reflect on things in a better and much more sensible manner.Yesterday while precariously sitting on the ledge, lost in thought while watching the magnificent sunset, I was seriously contemplating whether it is

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Dear Mom,When you read this letter, you will be wondering why I wrote you a letter to communicate whatever I had in mind instead of actually coming to you with it, right ?The issue is a sensitive one and I cannot bear to tell you this looking you in the eyes. I know how much those brown eyes will suffer and tears might start blinking out of an angel's eyes or I sure don't want to incur the wrath

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