The father-son duo never spoke to each other, especially about their personal lives. If someone would ask why? The wolf father would warmly reply, ‘Sir, such was the parenting of our time.’ Fathers remained some sort of creatures, who were aggressive and sometimes misunderstood. As there were always some unresolved-underlying reasons behind actions, which were…
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The first flower of spring is always special.
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Slowly decaying and dying inside a young body. He finally understood that– silence is somebody’s funeral.
Swami Vivekananda was a famous Indian Hindu monk, who lived from January 12, 1863- July 4, 1902. He was a devout follower and the chief disciple of the 19th-century Indian mystic, Ramakrishna Paramahansa. Vivekananda played a key role in introducing the Indian philosophies of Vedanta and Yoga to the western world. He also created interfaith…
He never saw her crying except when he hugged her. On a solemn day, when they were frolicking together. He mustered up the courage to ask his insanely mad yet beautiful woman. ‘I never see you cry, do you?’ The girl who was soaking the warmth of the sun, etching something in her old diary,…
Lying on the soft velveteen grass, I as usual in my pensive state thought of you. Not deciding to fan my thoughts in a particular direction. I arrived at a junction, where I could feel the bliss of a warm connection. As I lay on the well-combed grass, I could feel the tiny droplets of…
Romantic Love Quotes by Famous Authors that’ll Warm your Heart Writers are thought to be sane as they can reciprocate their feelings well. But that isn’t the case, because they too are immature when it comes to love. At times they feel guarded and the other times, they let lose the sail and flow in…
I am addicted to the madness of the gurgling rivers that weep in silence, And the lofty pine and spruce trees that whisper something in my ears. I am sure, I understand what they have to say. Sometimes, I too feel it that way. Hope one day they realise. We both are built from stardust….