I started this blog about two months ago and journey till now has been far better than what I expected. Thanks to the wonderful WordPress community. You guys have helped me a lot.
For the last few days I have been thinking to diversify the things. I am planning to review books and write other literary tidbits. The only problem is that I am not able to decide that whether I should start a new blog for it or do it on this blog.
So please help me guys. Suggest whatever you feel is right.
I am very thankful to Shubham who has nominated me for this award. It came as a pleasant surprise. His blog has some really good stories and you will really enjoy them.
The rules of this award:
1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you.
3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 11 blogs.
5. Notify those blogs of the nomination.
6. Give them 11 questions to answer.
Continue reading “Liebster Award”
This is an excerpt from Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do by Robert H Schuller.
Farces are lies, masks. Often people of Asian, African and Spanish minority groups have been taught that they are genetically and intellectually inferior. Now that’s a farce, a mask, a lie ! If people say that one race is superior or inferior to other, don’t you believe it !.
Continue reading “Don’t surrender leadership to farces”
26th December 2004
Rohit was watching the television. And what he saw was really scary. The news report was about a massive tsunami caused in the aftermath of an earthquake in Sumatra. Then suddenly a face come to his mind. A face having striking blue eyes and a soft smile. The face of an old friend. Continue reading “Not so close. Not so far”
Shruti is a ragpicker. She is 10. She is not alone in this thing. There are another 200 children like her in Mohan Nagar who do this. Shruti has two siblings also, aged 5 and 3. Continue reading “A New Beginning”
Alok was on his bed, deep in thought, feeling insecure and frightened and lucky too. The night was silent. The weather was hot. Alok was thinking about his father and those 5 minutes with him which he had spent earlier that day. Continue reading “5 minutes”