Do feelings need be said,Or left alone in the abyss,Like a thousand thoughtsAbout you?I remember the first timeI looked at you—What I felt,What was spoken in the moment,And what was left unsaid. And how, every day since,I let you knowWhat I have always felt,To this
Matilda is, hands down, one of Roald Dahl’s greatest creations. It is hard to imagine a story written so ahead of its time, addressing strong issues like vulnerability, poor parenting, and bullying. It also takes a jab at the blunt patriarchy, which, strangely, remains prevalent
दिन की इच्छा रखने वाले,अंधकार में रहना सीख,काल जीव के शैली में रात भी ज़रूरी है। प्रकाश की चाहत भी तोउठी थी अंधियारे से,विष के प्रभाव से हीअमृत पनपता है। पाने की इच्छा है तोकुछ खोना भी ज़रूरी है,दुर्गंध की अवगुण से ही पुष्प का
There are times when I feel absolutely helpless. So often, I’ve wondered if there’s anyone on this entire planet with a definite answer to my longstanding question. Someone who truly understands my condition and carries a surefire cure in their satchel. Not even a search engine
I recently returned from a wedding event held in my village, Alawalpur, Patna, Bihar. It was an endearing celebration that felt like a unique blend of culture and tradition. One of our cousins was getting married, and our little house couldn’t have been more lively
A powerhouse of knowledge! That’s the first phrase that comes to mind. The work of the genius mystic Patanjali, who probably lived around the 2nd century BCE, has been passed down through the centuries, benefiting countless souls and eventually reaching us in the form of
पहला महीना मेरी माँ का चिंतित मन मैं अच्छी तरह से भाँप सकता हूँ। वह अकेली एकांत में बैठी हैं। चेहरे पर घूँघट होने के बावजूद उनकी दृष्टि हल्के बंद दरवाज़े से आती हुई रोशनी पर टिकी है। उनका मन व्याकुलता के सागर में गोते
Sometimes I think we’re irreparably woven into the fabric of time—as if time isn’t as linear as it seems but rather layered, with countless convolutions intersecting, tangled together in a vast yarn. A thread impresses itself upon other threads, leaving traces as you navigate through your
“You always leave your dirty clothes in the living room!” grumbled Ellie. Her voice echoed through the wooden panels of the small cabin, reaching Edgar, who had just retired to bed. It wasn’t a big house—just enough to comfortably accommodate two souls. Outside, it was
Change that manTurn him into someone else—We didn’t like the first guy anyway.He smiled too wideLooked too happy.Wipe that grin from his face,Okay, let him keep half of it.We aren’t monsters—But let’s make him one. Bulge his eyes,Burn his ears,Slap his cheek so hardIt rings
