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Often my dreams are filled with you presence, My waking hours with you scent How often have I felt your presence near me? I do not know, it seems like every breath I breathe, Often I think of you like a feather in my life, Weightless, steadily falling, showing me the path Swaying in my
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My existence, subdued by chaos My hope and dreams by a waiting for tomorrow That never shows itself A tree gazes at me, I look on Water droplets on my face Hope they will wash away the illusive past, I stand there Thinking, Always thinking, that life is elsewhere My life, confounded by riddles My
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It had been a while since I planned to go on the trek to sandakphu. The monotonous schedule and the banality of following it always held me back from executing the plan. Then one fine evening, in the busiest month of my calendar, my friends spontaneously made a plan for the trek and extended an
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Tossing and turning, staring aloof Waking and yearning, looking for, the Woman in awe The journey of life I have been travelling too long, Have come thus far, all alone The burden of solitude is weighing me down Something I thus far had consigned to forgetfulness Often wondering whether I am destined to be condemned,
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A beautiful speech given by Dr Radhakrishan on the eve of independence day. It echoes what we are still grappling with as a nation. Definitely worth reading for every Indian citizen. Dr Radhakrishan in is own words Mr President, Sir, it is not necessary for me to speak at any great length on this
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I always thought that the question of, whether social change must precede political change in India had been suitable answered by the event of Indian Independence in 1947.This event I though was a classic case where political change preceded social change, thereby giving us Indians an opportunity to facilitate social change. Apparently this event seems
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The sound of flowing water I hear On a gloomy day, amidst a forlorn mood Incising my soul, neatly into half A glimpse I see of my deepest desires and hopes Not very pleasant thing I meet on my glance within The stench makes me hold my breath The maggots of sins nibbling at my
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Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in
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Sitting on the window ledge, Watching the rain drop and fall, Listening to them tinkering upon the tin, Makes me reminisce My thoughts dissipating towards melancholy, As if, it was the saddest tune I have heard, A glimmer of hope awaiting my future A future which is in my past and of my present A
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What makes a democracy possible? And, thereafter what makes it work? It’s the people. Ordinary citizens of a nation, people like you and me. It requires no distinction of religion, caste, class between the rich and the poor or the strong and the weak. The only thing it requires is a simple notion of being
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