Commuting to school

A commentary on early mornings, public transport( of sorts) and snatches of conversation... hoping that the mundanity of my routine appeals to someone

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On death (yet again)

When a good man dies, they say, This isn't what he deserved. But what more is there in life Once our purpose here is served? Many tears are shed. Wails and cries Echo all around. Why can't we accept this simple truth: Towards death we are all bound? For remembrance, we try To lead a... Continue Reading →

Marriage: For the love of money

People might condemn it because it doesn’t conform to their idealistic notions, but marrying for money is not undesirable; rather, it is one of our prime considerations before we commit ourselves. Elizabeth Bennet taught me that, though it took a lot of efforts on her part, given my thick head and her inability to do... Continue Reading →

Man and tiger

A man and a tigerTrapped in a cageWith its doors closed.And the iron barsRigid against his force. Much did he shoutAnd beat his chest.Cried, shrieked and screamedFor help.But no one opened the doors. They found him aliveA night pastCowering in the corner –a huddled mass –like piled up laundry. How they praised the beast!"He was noble indeed!"But, they... Continue Reading →

What makes us good?

When it comes to acting in the rightful manner even when we are not expected to do so, and we do act that way, it will be attributed by most to our morals and principles. But I beg to differ.

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