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Tag: love
The Maddened Mother – A Short Story
It was the fourteenth day and the boy was still sickly. For the first nine days, when the boy had been burning with fever, as he still was in the fourteenth, Ranjeeth, the boy’s father, and the village’s main doctor, sat beside him, day, and night. He tried all the medical potions he could think of, used all his experience, and contacted his previous friends, whom he thought were superior to him in the field of medicine, but were not. No one could help. No one could understand what was happening to the boy, except that slowly life started to drain away from him.
Like a Dream – A Short Story
Now, as I sit down to tell you this history of these two people, I do not know where to start and where to end.
Fifty Great Novels Under 300 Pages.
Here I am loosing myself while creating a list out of an ocean of great books! All English. All below 300 pages!
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.
Thinking about Poetry
For a long, long time, the beauty of poetry and that particular verbal form has been haunting me consistently.
Pantheus and Diana – Reinventing The Greek Myth!
The tale was distorted throughout the generations that have passed since the happening of it. The greatest of all unions. The exemplar of earthly love and humane lust mingling together, raising towards a greater level. Divine, we had called it. Grater than the illusions of Cupid, heavenly than intoxicants of Bacchus, taking us beyond the times of Gaia and Choas, letting us have the vision of The Creator who breathed air into this existence.
Indra’s Aaromale #2 – A Love Story of Library, Verses and Dying Eye-Lids.
“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said— ‘I love thee true’. She took me to her Elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there…
Indra’s Aaromale #1 – A Love Story of Cockroaches, Cigarettes and Curly Chest-Hair.
“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, …
Writings of Indra 