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Holding his fist high against the backdrop of the setting Sun, he watched tiny grains of sand slip through. Perhaps everyone is holding onto these grains of sand with no control over the fist. (Reads: 118)
Its a poem describing the journey of life…we all know how life was when we were child and how it’s now . It tells you about the journey from childhood till death of a person .It reminds us of all our funniest and memorable part of life. (Reads: 126)
Peer pressure may be referred to as that pressure that we feel from our peer group. Either in games or sports or in studies. This pressure can also be positive or negative. (Reads: 72)
Strange are human creatures. Who loves whom, how much and why is still unknown. They give away the most valuable things to their near and dear one just like that. I’m also not an exception. (Reads: 69)
Are we always ready to meet our self? Are we constantly living with someone and are all the voices in our head our own? Can we be at ease? (Reads: 248)
Sam laughed and the girl showed her face, there was complete silence. She was the dead girl who’s spirit haunted the house. Both of the friends ran as fast as they can. (Reads: 178)
Meenu landed in a beautiful garden ,with full of flowers. The flowers were so big that the fairy had trouble with her wings hitting the flowers. (Reads: 55)
I understood the value of gang and friends. Being friendly with all was not important but having a true friend was necessary. (Reads: 89)
