Mistakes

Mistakes are mine to make,
Not yours to decide.
No matter how acrid they are,

They are mine to savor.

Smelly Smell

Women love the smell of flowers, men love the smell of 50 year-old whiskey, and children love the smell of fresh rain on the mud. Although it sounds simple, is it so? Is each and every woman supposed to love the smell of flowers? What if she doesn’t like it? Take my example. I not only hate flowers but I hate their smell too. Unfortunately for me, the deodorant and perfume companies simply fail to grasp the fact that women love other smells too apart from flowers. Every time I need to buy a deodorant, I want to weep.

As soon as I enter the perfume/deodorant section of any mall, a salesman/woman will drag me to the women’s section and will start showing off their cloying fragrances to me. Usually, I just get disgusted and walk away in huff, only to barge into the men’s section.

My Work: My Art

“Achla, you do remember today is the D-day, don’t you?” Kalini asked her excitedly, practically bouncing up and down.

“Yeah, I do.” How could Achla forget this day when she had been waiting for it since last one month? And she hadn’t just “waited” for this day; she had practically started living for this day since last couple of weeks.

“So do you know at what time the results are going to be declared?” Kalini asked her.

“No, I don’t know that but are you anticipating to win?”

Stuff Your Comments!

We are humans and so we have got a brain that works. Yes, it thinks and ponders whenever we read something, listen to something or talk with someone. Quite interesting, isn’t it? Whenever we read something, knowingly or unknowingly, our brain does go into a trance to understand the concept behind the written piece and its implications. We would also like to discuss our thoughts on that piece with the author and other readers if possible. I am all for it, and I believe others will agree with me too.

So what’s the problem?

Big Dreams

Since childhood we are told to not to dream with open eyes because usually those dreams remain just that. Dreams. Not reality. However, this is the story of a man who not only dared to dream when everybody told him not to but who spent his entire life molding that dream into a reality. This was a man who was born in ordinary situation with extraordinary dreams. 

Anuraag was the 5^th child of a small-time teacher in a tiny village. He had 3 elder sisters, 1 elder brother and 1 younger brother.