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.
Tag: Nagendra Sarma’s
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.
The Nation of Idiots, Don’t Let the State Universities Die!
I am from Andhra and was a university student, and I am left with no other option except to be baffled by the way our universities are being desolated with every passing year. Universities are the sacred sites where the much-needed light of society, which in turn has to fight so much darkness, is supposed to be manufactured.
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.
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.
If You Can't Go Outside, Then Go Inside – Three Ideas for a Healthy 'Corona' Quarantine Period by G. Sarojini.
If you can’t go outside then go inside. To make this overtly spiritual and unrealistic sentence a bit more rational (WHY DO I THINK EVERYTHING IS SPIRITUAL THESE DAYS, NETFLIX IS HAVING ITS IMPACT), let’s find out what going inside really means. (LIKE HOW THEY FORMALLY START ANY WRITE UP). Recently, I heard a song…
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…
కహ్లీల్ గిబ్రాన్ “The Prophet” – అనువాదం, తెలుగులో (ప్రక్రియలో ఉంది)
ప్రేమ ప్రేమను తప్ప మరొకటి ఇవ్వదు. ప్రేమ ప్రేమను తప్ప మరి ఏదీ తీసుకోదు. ప్రేమ ఎవ్వరినీ బలవంతముగా ఆవహించదు, లేక ఎవ్వరిచేతా ఆవహింపబడదు. ప్రేమ ప్రేమగా ఉంటే అంతే చాలు.
The Faded Leaves of Freedom – Dystopian Diaries #2
When has the world lost its meaning and when has the last poet lived? These are clueless questions which didn’t even babble over the minds of mindless post-humans who led their lives in the aimless refute of LIFE. The past order and harmony has gone. The nature and its love has vexed. The sun has gone merciless and the gases that infuriate him were hovering around the once precious, life-filled planet of this solar system.
The Living Castle of Garodas – The Dead Awakens.
Foreword: These days, it is highly boring that everything’s normal, for, once it was not so. Actually, when you have a wife of a really rare history, you would better understand that, believe me. When we first came to this town, the town of Dwaraka – oh, not the one of Krishna in Gujarat, no,…
Writings of Indra 