I don’t think people die from bullets, not from incurable diseases, not from being forgotten. They’ve been woven into the souls of the people they left behind, they’re in the little habits of the people they passed by, The little personality they left behind that was adopted by the people who loved them. People don’t die because when they goes away. The other inherits a little part of them in themselves and when the others pass away they leave a little of them in someone else and the process continues. We never really die we just become a part of … Continue reading Don’t Think
Over 3 billion humans in the world suffer from poverty. 1 billion children. 805 million without adequate food. 750 million without clean drinking water. 1.6 billion without electricity. Poverty -classically- refers to the state where a person’s basic requirements of food, shelter, and clothing are not being met- a condition where it is difficult for the individual to exist in society. As of 2015, the poverty line decrees a person considered to be in extreme poverty if they live on less than 1.90 international dollars.* Poverty is classified into absolute or relative poverty. Absolute poverty is used to account for … Continue reading An Outlook on Poverty
National Teacher’s Day! Continue reading World Teacher’s Day!
Guaranteed to make your day 1. Frank Herbert, Dune “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and … Continue reading Excerpts from the books I will never write.
Then a few times more
All in the span of five minutes
And if there was still no response, we’d argue
“They’re probably busy,” I’d say
“They don’t want to talk to you,” she’d say.
“They must have not checked their phone.”
“Maybe you said something wrong.”
My friend started sticking around a lot more. Continue reading Anxiety is the friend who stays past dinner and doesn’t want to go home.
They say certain traditional stories that moves thousands of hearts never truly die and their slightest mention can stir emotions in the toughest of souls. But how warmly beautiful it is when those stories are not just words written in … Continue reading Dastangoi- Reviving the Lost Art of Story-Telling.
She dipped her toes into the water, stretching the fabric of her leggings, a yellowed book cracked open on her lap. A cold breeze passed the dock area, rustling through her thick, dark curls and turning the pages, several at … Continue reading She Was Lost Between the Pages of a Good Book