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                                                       An Era of Sunshine                                Scorching above normal everyday, the seering sun never tires. With its intensity becoming only higher every day, I wonder where it gets all its energy from. A day out in this sunshine would be described by many in many ways. For instance  if you ask my mother she would say it is similar to showing a hot steaming bowl of water to one's face every minute or if you ask me I would say it is like sitting inside a hot lava.Well, some people do make hay while the sun shines.Ranging from air conditioners to hand fans, fresh juices to water packets, coolers to kerchiefs every thing sell like hot cakes.                              A day the sun may have hidden behind the clouds but its heat wave is sure to shower its fury on us unhindered. "Come what may" has become the attitude of the sun that it never fails to turn up for work. Indeed a lot of things to be learnt fr

Here is an iota of my imagination...hope you like reading it...   A Drop!                          A serene seashore with buffeting waves,hitting the rocks hard-An indication of an impending cyclone.But the seashore was not found to be unoccupied.By the side of the jagged rocks were a group of small boys half clad in trousers playing unmindful.Along the shore was a young girl strolling at the edge of the sea.She did not seem to be delighted about the pleasant ambience around her,rather walked the way she mused.                                             Swiftly the wind blew so rough that the balloon sellers began stowing away their belongings.At the same moment a family which had picnicked there also started vacating.The clock in the neighbouring lighthouse banged six times but looked as though it was nearing midnight.Presently there were none barring the group of small boys and the girl.                             All of

An Ode To The Women Of This World! A wish, a prayer, a whim                                            In every lass's heart that swims Of creating,conquering and care-taking, Of thyself, thy clan and thy folk ring. With grief in her heart, and grin on her lips, With tears in her eyes, and radiance on her countenance, With briny beads on her visage, and a consoling color, She lives, labors and leaves her life for all. A wish to garnish her gratitude,                                A prayer to reminisce her rectitude, A whim to salute her sacrifice, And a dream for a day to get her slice. A janitor, a lover, a sister, A mother, a consort, an aide, At home and at calling, She slogs for all and sundry barring herself. ...

                      A CREDULOUS CREATION                                                                                                                                 As the train left,she capered in. Along arrived her mother and her tiny-tot carrying a tin, Everyone stared at them,like someone who committed a sin, Unaware of her gift as a muffin, Brawny was her face,sans any beauty, Sullied were tresses,sans any swirls. Torn was her gown,sans any trim. So fledgling was she,sans any fantasies. To and fro,she squashed herself in a ring. Badgered her mother, again to beg and sing. Sequel of which her mind,certain to wing. Yet that's all her destiny could bring. With a plate in her hand,and fear in her eyes, With the hunger to eat,and the desire to live. Off she grabbed a nibble from my hand, And kept me thinking of her thorny life time and again.....

HELLO.....Mr. ANONYMOUS                      For years, we have talked through the advent of technology, whether it is a boon or a bane. And the origination of cell phones is not peculiar to this. Though I am not here to pronounce that cell phones are downright a bane, yet it is blessed with its fair share of drawbacks. And one such is people calling from wrong numbers, who bother you sometimes and these incognito people make hay with any class of contemporary technology.                      I would say that there are two categories of people who make anonymous calls. One who do it inadvertently and the other intentionally. We will pass over the initial bracket in the light of their innocence. But the subsequent category hassle us quite a deal. I think myriad of people would concur with me as they would have faced this at some juncture. SOME TYPICAL INSTANCES                      To commence with we used to get a call recurrently inquiring for a person