Blank

We always to want to fill in the blanks. What if it isn’t filled? Blank is nothing but a space. Instead of getting terrified by it, we can use this space to ponder over the journeys of our lives until that time. 

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Search

Right at this moment, I need something. I don’t know what or who it is. I am scrolling through the YouTube videos and thinking about my immediate target and my ultimate target that I have to achieve before the first day of the next year.

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Education, Not Literacy

I write a lot between the dates when my exams are scheduled. That’s because I don’t rush after the marks, but the values that the plot provides to me as a reader. Also, the values highlighted in the plots of various novels and stories through their characters are to be much focused upon by the students to provide a critical analysis of the plot. The background of the author or the poet, too, is equally important to understand their psyche and the background of the written text in the most accurate meanings. Therefore, they inculcate, directly or indirectly, some important values within us— the readers, to lead a dignified and happy life and enlighten to us the process and history of development.

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Moods

I am a writer of moods. My emotions drive my words. The words change as the wheel of the racing car of life take another turn into the unknown. The turns fill in adventure. The adventure consists of all the flavours— sweet, sour, bitter, salty. The various flavours of life make the life worth living, sans boredom.

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Express

Sometimes, my emotions overtake me and I become overwhelmed. Recently, I went out with my friends, wandering around in the streets of Delhi. While returning, we were all standing since it was late and we all couldn’t find seats to sit together in the metro. Haunted by some past memories, my emotions got triggered all of a sudden and the indescribable  desire to cry clouded over. Before I could hold myself together, tears started flowing from my eyes. My friends noticed after a second and immediately started to console me as they were feeling embarrassed that a mature adult was crying among the crowd of the metro. I was amazed at how internalised the repression of emotions has been in the society.

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