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Smiles are treasures that have its stretches in between edges of our lips. But the impressions it can lay is unfathomable. A mood setter or flowery ambience creator I should say, but the terminology can’t be better defined, it can be felt on our every lively cell. This is what the action smile refers to. Rather than just being an emotion, it is like an intervention which focuses blooming....

A little girl was jumping with joy, holding her father’s hand in one hand and a chocolate in the other. She was not too small almost in her teens but her innocence made her appear smaller than she actually was. Her family along with her mother, grand parents and brother had gone to visit a famous Kali Temple in the district of Bhirbhum. They were on a weekend trip and had plans of going for a...

‘I have a surprise for you!’ whispered Joy in Sirin’s ears. Sirin had been sulking the whole day, it was their marriage anniversary and both of them had to leave for work. Joy had a pressing client meet, which he could not give a miss while she had a deadline today for submission. Though their Companies would not shut down if they did not go to work, they were not granted leaves by their...

This weekend, I finally got to finish the Allison Pearson’s novel “I Don’t Know How She Does It.” Although the movie was, pretty good but reading always made my adrenaline pump. I personally loved the story since I sympathized with the concept of a frazzled woman who juggles two worlds. The story highlights a problem that every working person faces: The Comparison.   You definitely know...

Pradip was supposed to reach Hyderabad today. He must have reached by now. A flight from Delhi is not supposed to take more than two hours, three at the max. Then what is keeping him from calling me? He should have reached well over two hours by now…mused Aradhana. Pradip was gone on an official trip with strict instructions for her not to call him suddenly. He would take time out and call...

As the love month draws to a close, I finally mustered my courage to write a post on something so intimate and personal, that is, something that matters much to my heart. Contrary to many beliefs, most of my love stories were dedicated to Him whom I met before Sam. Ours was a story of a lifetime... Yesterday, upon waking up, the very first words that came out of my mouth was, "The pain is...

‘Hari Om…. Hari Om!’ chanted the sadhu seated in the opposite berth of the train. Rimi was a little apprehensive of their overnight journey, when she saw that they were supposed to share the train compartment with two sadhus and an attendant of theirs. Although they were supposed to be men of God, Rimi has always been scared and apprehensive of them. This was, by far, the closest she had gotten...

Love for our parents, siblings, and our relatives is a different kind of love. It's a shared love, a common love, when trust comes naturally. It's an expected love, we grow up just knowing they love us. It's a simple easy love. There is nothing like the love of family. Even when the world turns against you, your family will be there. Then we grow up and learn a totally different kind of...

What will Neeraj gift me today? Will he at all remember about today? Will he propose to me? Shall I agree and jump with joy? These and questions like these stormed through Meera’s mind from the moment she checked the calendar and it showed 14th February. It was the day of love or Valentine’s Day. Neeraj and Meera had become synonymous to each other, they were always together, be it in office...

When you were sad, life was an unwelcome intrusion. Sun rays couldn’t dispel the clouds of gloom. Rain couldn’t wash away the grime of sorrow, from my hurting heart’s window pane. The birds didn’t sing or they chirped off tune. The flowers wilted away, they forgot to bloom. Nature mourned with me, Universe also cried, Rainbows hid in the dark caverns of grey skies. When you were...

How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be delivered...

I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them wherever you are...

Have you heard about norway controversy? Something like Norway splits Indian family ? Here is a small gist Norway child protection authorities took away kids of Anurup Bhattacharya and his wife Sagarika.It all happened when the day care owner where their son Abhigyan(2.5 years) used to go, reported to child protection agencies that he displayed autistic tendencies. Child protection...

While action denotes pro-activeness, reaction is a pretty defensive mode in any form of art. Action brings about cultural changes, creates generations and decides the future course that art will take. Reaction on the other hand dances to the tune of the slowest recipient to change. The talking point of this article is the case of Bieberic slaughter of action and the ritualistic celebration...

(Image courtesy : reverbnation)                                                            Have you dear reader? Irom Sharmila Chanu … rings a bell?  No? Heard of Anna Hazare / Baba Ramdev / Jan Lokpal bill ? Of course! Welcome to...

Rita Dove Race and ethnicity have been topics of concern in the United States since the first explorers landed on its shores. Even in this day and age, these issues lurk beneath the surface and in some cases, figure prominently in matters of everyday life. Recently, it was made clear that even the world of poetry is not immune...