Of Relationships

Life is not short. Life is very long. If we can understand this, we can also understand the changes that happen in our relationships. Cause with anything this long, changes ought to happen. There is no other way. If you think life is short, you will be surprised to see these many changes happening in a supposedly short time. Accept them, but be with your people comfortably. Make it a positive relationship. if it doesn’t work out, make it a positive memory in the least. Don’t fall into the traps of toxicity. Do not be afraid of voids left by people. Stay strong. Believe in life. Positive things happen often for those who are with a positive outlook.

Witnessing the Evil of Child Marriage in Rural India

It is not with James Joyce’s Ulysses or Charles Darwin’s Origin of Species or Sigmund Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams that we’re ushered into the Modern World. It was with the occurrence of one of the greatest feats which were thought of as impossible: Women’s Suffrage – The right to Vote for All Women.

India in Contrast – Wanted Teachers

India in Contrast: I am an Indian. A citizen of one of the world’s rapidly developing, and also world’s rapidly impoverishing country. The contrasts found in my country’s cultural, political, historical and moral themes will put any nation to shame. They are so vibrant with Contradictions packed in together, forcefully traveling with eachother all the…

In the Quest of Light #3: Mist, Mountains and My Muse.

. . . . Cntd of #2 Chapter 12: “Wicky simply cannot live without her,” this is how I wanted to start this installment. Because this basically is about Wicky and Wicky’s only woman – nothing else. So, yes; Wicky cannot live without her. After the tumultuous tour to Kodai to show his love that…

In the Quest of Light #2: Tyres, Trains and Tears.

. . . . Cntd of #1 Chapter 6: It is a need that I pay my orison to the one who is watching everything that is happening. Who knows it all than Him who has commenced me into this journey? There are a thousand times we both (I and my woman) have thought that…

The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas

There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…