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My Choice: All Men are Dogs.

I am gonna talk about a gender that we rarely talk about. A gender whose credentials are always put to doubt. I don’t know if you’ll understand but I’m sure if you try you can, Because this is the story of every MAN. XX is what we often chrome and no I don’t mean it… Continue reading My Choice: All Men are Dogs.

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social issues

Happy Molestation

Dear men with unmanly activities, Firstly, belated Happy Holi. I hope all of you know the story behind the celebration of Holi. This is the least I am expecting from you all. Because it's India, it doesn't matter what we do all the year long but we celebrate our festivals with great joy. The only thing we… Continue reading Happy Molestation

relationship, Sad

Mom I married the girl of my dreams.

Love is a really scary thing, and you can never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in the life, but it’s also the most terrifying thing ever. But its worth the fear because you get to learn new things from people, you learn about human emotions and their behavior… Continue reading Mom I married the girl of my dreams.

Interview

Hacking a Seat of I.I.T. : by Astitwa Raj Sahu

Astitwa is a young and vivacious teenage boy with a creative mind and an active interest in expressive writing. Was interested in writing from the very start. Preparing for the IIT JEE exams he had this idea of writing a book. Currently he is in Kota for the very obvious thing( We all know it… Continue reading Hacking a Seat of I.I.T. : by Astitwa Raj Sahu

Cancer

THE NEW YEAR MORNING

Life is just like a crayon. No matter it's broken or fixed, it still colors. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. I do strongly believe that a strong mind and a strong will can go a long way in helping you get better. In my case, it was pure ignorance. I had no idea what was going on, I just… Continue reading THE NEW YEAR MORNING

love, Nation

A Letter to the would be wife

She was a young fair lady as cheerful as the sun…as beautiful as the moon. The beauty of her tenderness was hidden in her bun. The golden necklace dangled gracefully onn her. The red dupatta hugged her curves. The golden veil hung infront of her eyes, saying a  lot without uttering a single word. Mehendi… Continue reading A Letter to the would be wife

Romance

Till death do us apart…

“It hurts so much. I loved you with all my capacity and strength. But What’s new! You won’t understand how it feels to be taken for granted, to be dedicated towards someone so much that you forget your own sense of being, your self-respect, your self-worth, your self-confidence. The pain is immense, its unbearable. Thank… Continue reading Till death do us apart…