That long four years, not even so long,
Meanwhile, so many Springs, Winters ,Summers stepped in,
Autumns shredded leaves, they dispersed,
loved to touch its grandeur,
Rains touched its height and felt honoured,
tapping day and night over its canopy !
By helping, spending time with them-
Goodness on its own shall flourish within
Keeping you busy in your new found dream.
Do you keep going on
the cliff, much like the mule
carrying you on the hill-mall?
-Written By Vartika Sharma Lekhak (Reading Time: 10 min Approx) Nita looked at her watch, today she was again going to get late for the office. In spite of trying hard every day to wake up earlier than usual, she Read more
I am sure many of you can relate to the period of 90’s. This was probably the best phase of transition we kids of that time saw. The old die hard habits of elderly and another sect readily waiting to explore the westernization. We basically had the option of being both. The extreme phase where middle class families predominated in the society and the rich were those who lived in foreign countries.
He stood there with his son in front the grand entrance of the last level; he knew he will have to do this, everyone had to. It was the custom from times immemorial; everyone in his world had to pass through this.
History, even if erased, leaves a trail – A beautiful & deep poem by Trishna Basak.