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A thought on woman and womanhood.
A thought on woman and womanhood.
Was she there yesterday? Will she cease to exist after this day? Did you take care of her when it was not today? When was the last time you called her? Will you call her after this day? Do you appreciate her talents, or just her body that you don’t have? Woman don’t want you to make her your princess or queen, or laden her with jewels or gifts or flattery when you can’t even respect her. She wants…
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She is the most devoted mother on Earth - Factopedia
She is the most devoted mother on Earth – Factopedia
If you want to know what love is, know a mother.
Since the burst of life on Earth, a mother has been the prime of all in all the seasons of joy or sorrow. There is a moment of ecstasy and she will selflessly join it for you, there is a mourning melody around and she will come to cover your ears; no better than a mother shows us what a selfless love is. Trillion of tales tell the stories of her…
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Song of the sea - a short thought ©
Song of the sea – a short thought ©
There is a mystery in the vast meadow of your water, there is a peace; think not there is not storm, for you show the worst of an anger. Such is the beauty you hold, such is you, Oh ceaseless sea.
When in the morning you set the golden gleam of dawn as your crown, and stay so calm, not a fraction of ego I see in you for the vast size you hold. How do you hold such an empire, divine empire, and…
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Goose mate for life - interesting fact
Goose mate for life – interesting fact
Oh love, dear love, When will you turn pure loyal?
This little hope, this wish, is the biggest thing most human urge for, but do not work for. Where in the crowds we have invented words so dishonest, there is a life another on Earth which works as a symbol of love – Geese.
Goose or geese, are the epitome of loyalty. They make a partner and live with him/her for the rest of their life. They do…
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The untouched depths of love wild - an allegory ©
The untouched depths of love wild – an allegory ©
A strange kind of voice calls me from his depths; a strange kind of love leans me into him; there is a mystery I see, and a lot which I don’t. Forests- this is the only thing the world know about forests, but not what their silences say. Like an abandoned lover they lie wild into vast spaces extended on and beyond the mist. Whenever I pass by, they call me to fulfil their unrequited love, they…
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Voice of the Coffee - A short story ©
Voice of the Coffee – A short story ©
There is thing weird about humankind; they do not tend to love being ignored, nor they remain conscious of the things they ignore. But who am I? what is the purpose of my words? What are my ears looking for? What does my feet want to step into? Before I serve your questioning mind, I can have the least right of asking you once; are you willing to hear the voice you always did ignore?
I am the…
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A child's wish to paint the rainbow - A short story©
A child’s wish to paint the rainbow – A short story©
Ever since I was a child, even though with a bag full of books bulked badly, there was a space for my dream: my kind of dream. A dream which I told no one but felt whenever it rained; a dream which had no penny to buy a blue or black, but a dream to paint; a dream to splash rainbow some colours more. If I would have been old in those days, I would have worried about the cost of renting a plane,…
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How color ‘Orange’ got its name? – Fun Fact Early in the sixteenth century Portuguese traders brought sweet oranges from India to Europe, and the color takes its name from them.
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There is human tendency; I repeat again, there is a human tendency to see things grow, but to a level where the growth doesn’t come in his way of survival.
There is human tendency; I repeat again, there is a human tendency to see things grow, but to a level where the growth doesn’t come in his way of survival.
Humans love to see things grow - a thesis ©
Humans love to see things grow – a thesis ©
When in a corner dark a beam of sun swifts through space and caress that seed soft to spurt out its baby leaves, do not we feel that love for it? When an infant opens up his palm close, quivers, shakes, but stands on those little feet for the time first, do not we feel his joy in it? When a bud beautiful touches the blend of sun, spring, rain, and bee’s wing, it blooms, do not we love it?
If…
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As beautiful those hotels look from outside - as harsh and hard is the life of workers who manage it. A short story of a waiter unsure of doing a murder.
The unplanned murder - A short story ©
The unplanned murder – A short story ©
My mind had started to believe for once over the death of sun; from 26 days my eyes had not seen the kind of natural light my childhood was made of. My Fingers were all over the rented gun, heart was unsure if to murder or not, mind was shooting all those college days, and I slammed the door at 3 a.m.-“Shahzad?”
It’s a crime to be skeptical about the veracity of this statement: a young mind…
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Story of a passer-by - A short story ©
Story of a passer-by – A short story ©
“You are looking good today, Sir.” He was a man near 80; cheeks sagging, hunched back, a stick in hand, and that smile unforgettable on face. Though, no more than a passer-by was he, he felt a flower no less. A flower which makes you par to its own bloom with a simple glimpse.
“Sir?” I had my earpiece plugged in.
“I said, you are looking very good today.” Those words were enough for leaning me to…
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Ever asked yourself in the orange shade of dusk, about what love is ? this short about a girl asking the meaning of love can answer this riddle of heart. What love is? – A short story ©
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Ever asked yourself in the orange shade of dusk, about what love is ? this short about a girl asking the meaning of love can answer this riddle of heart.
What love is? Amore! I remember asking this to my husband.
His heart spilled out again: “Erina, What love is!? If I’ll say I love you, for I do this; and you’ll say love me, for you that do, then what love is!?”
“So? Will the rose come and speak through his red about us!? No Ethan?”
“Why not will he?” with a kiss on me lips he left for his work.
It has been six years since I had last asked him that; sometimes the moon, sometimes the camellia, and sometimes those secret caresses kept the answers coming.
Love is a sensation; love is world; love is life; love is lust; love is a dope; some even cursed the love; some even laughed at its irony. This is not I had asked for! I just wanted to know and feel the love naked on my naked heart. Is this not how we see it?
Yesterday was the first day of October and reading ‘Outlander’ under a maple tree was my evening. Looking at that line on page I asked, ‘Ah! How this line could have been left in dark before my eyes?’: “For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary.” Diana Gabaldon had written gems in her book. ‘Isn’t this what Ethan had told me? – ‘What love is!? If I’ll say I love you, for I do this; and you’ll say you love me, for you that do, then what love is!?’’
Mind sunk in his words, and heart in his gestures, I looked a t a leaf falling away from its branch. ‘Does no t this leaf love the tree? Or does going away not always mean hatred?’ this was where I got fell into my thoughts, in his love.
‘Ethan goes away daily for his work, but he comes back too for us. Isn’t this what love is? He never let his office files fall on me, but the flowers. Isn’t this what love is? When he goes away for work, he kisses me with a smile to make me start my day better, isn’t this what love is? When in one internet tab he looks for stocks and in other for ‘10 tips to take better care of your child’, isn’t this what love is? When on my birthday he had apologized for our 10 day long fight, even though it was me who was at fault, was not that his love? In my pregnancy, when he had left his oscillating stock line and fell in loss just to take me to the hospital, I ask what that was. He look for novels on websites; he learns to cook for me, throw bad dishes away and..... Read more by clicking above...
What love is? - A short story ©
What love is? – A short story ©
What love is? Amore! I remember asking this to my husband.
His heart spilled out again: “Erina, What love is!? If I’ll say I love you, for I do this; and you’ll say love me, for you that do, then what love is!?”
“So? Will the rose come and speak through his red about us!? No Ethan?”
“Why not will he?” with a kiss on me lips he left for his work.
It has been six years since I had last asked him…
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