Nowadays I am not like choice because of its make too more difficult to my life. “If no choice in life, it’s beautiful ” but what happens I have more choice and choice correctly wrong one.
In our everyday life, we are totally dependent on machines and we don’t want to do work which is necessary for our daily exercise.
If the internal system demands to get the character inside you is corrected, it happens to be a miracle like sun shines removing all the dirt of darkness from your home, your heart.
Everything seemed to be blurred like past, but it was as beautiful as his past to see her smile in that photo which was kept clean for the past 40 years in his cupboard.
The Hindi poem describes about the problems faced by people’s in world and which is difficult to get a solution. The second poem describes about the bad lucks which sometimes we want to change.
Shoib spent months in energising his hopes and tending to his father. Sufferings dragged them down,down on the earth.
This is story about a poor and irritated woman sundari. But she was not so irritated as people think. Her life was full with difficulties.
I was wondering in the institute campus my eyes wet. I felt an urge to shout to the top of my lungs. I felt the impulse to destroy to ANNHILATE everything around me.
This is what they’ve been taught since centuries. That men don’t feel and men don’t cry. And as a kid, I once cried in public. And people laughed, as if they actually loved it
I have decided to make my own path and for me, I am the best person in the world. I can stand in front of the mirror and say the same thing 1000 times. Whatever life gives me, it will be mine.