February 15th,2022 It took me nearly 2 years, and a lot of courage to write something today, and I knew instantly what I have been missing. Words were always there, but they lacked emotions. Some thing small, something very small happened that opened my heart to the emotions it was devoid of, for the longest time I remember. Live is made up of small moments, that carry with them, Great Magic called Life . Singing in the shower, and Laughing by the hour, oh! how much I love this game. Kisses on my lips, Your gentle finger tips, I really love to hear u say my name. The river running ...
17th February,2022 Take me to the edge of the world, To watch the sunset some day. Hand in hand, let your heart speak But n ot a word you say . Set me on fire , with your words, And kiss, while you hold me tight, Your lips on mine, warm and wet, The passions you ignite. Take me back home, yes HOME That’s where I want to be, Watching the sun go down and fade, As you hold on to me !
The recent public self-righteous rhetoric and emergence of non political leadership has been a topic of much debate and has raised serious concerns on the very character of an “Argumentative Indian”. The other wise docile and abiding Indian middle class has suddenly become the cynosure of all. The Academia is highly concerned of this growing public rhetoric and isolated incidents of “personal attacks” are been seen in connection of this Street Power and theories propounded to the effect that metamorphosis of Argumentative Indian to Intolerant Indian is just round the corner. This intolerant Indian in making is being accused of, substituting the arguments with action, result: attack on parliamentarians and having no regards for elected Parliament. Where any such non constitutional attempt to supersede the wisdom of parliament is abominable, one must at the same time remember that when Parliament moves away from people, people must and will find ways to make parliament come back to the...
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