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.
Tag: stories
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…
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 School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple!
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple Hm. I took a lot of time, didn’t I? I needed to. If not, I would reflect something too deep for anyone. I wanted it to dilute a bit. This should be simply ‘repercussions’ you see, not the echoing blast. For, This, all my…
The Man Who Went to a Movie When His Son Died – Dystopian Diaries #1
Part 1: Tuesday. 9th June, 3429. It was all dark. The sun’s black, like it is smoking out, but not burning. There are predictions about this. No one knows when it is going to get put off. Asteroids have struck Milanio two days ago. There is a prediction again, by these scientists, that they will…
The Great Fall – A Divine Vision – A Resonance of Faith
For He, who remains indescribable even by the scores of Vedas and myriad of Myths woven on this scared lands by the most spiritual of the sages throughout the ages. For our sake, let’s call Him. . . Shiva! Part 1: Where is it we were going? I do not remember. Or, is it like…
Repairing ‘The Mirror’ – A Creepy Tale of Love in Poetry (103 lines)
Repairing “The Mirror” – A Creepy Tale in Poetry (103 lines) “There always are a few people whom we see, with whom we stay and live. But never ever can we really touch their life. It is like just living with their refection or an image but not really with them.” To, All those shadows…
The Cosmic Accident – The Three Arrows of The Lord
“प्रपञ्चसृष् ट्युन्मुखला सयकायी समस्तसा महारकताण्डवाया | जगज्जनन्यै जगदेकपित्रे नमः शिवायै च नमः शिवाय || “ “Prapancha srushtyun muka lasyakayai, Samastha samharaka thandavaya, Jagat jananyai Jagatheka pithre, Nama Shivayai cha namashivaya.” “My salutations to both Parvathi and Shiva, To Her whose dance marks the creation of the world, To Him whose dance destroys everything, To…
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…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
Writings of Indra 