Glimmer's Edition

The time came, I got up and walked towards the podium. My heart is pounding like a horse in a race. My chest felt tight under the weight of anxiousness, making me uneasy. My legs have lost their feeling, it feels like I am floating instead of walking. It was a strange sensation. Before you I stand. Set the mike to my height, the first thought written on my clean mind. It is time to start my speech. My mind is clueless, crowded with countless self-doubts. Still, pushing them aside, I start speaking. The words seemed messed up, just like how it was in the movie ‘Tare Zameen Par’.  Ohh…no I said it wrong!! But my mind urged me not to stop and to go on with the same confidence. Am I going very fast? Is my voice very low? Or is it too loud? Questions fire across my mind. I tried my best to put on a smile, I don't know whether it really came out like a smile. I reached the end of my speech. “Thank you”.  My speech was over, seeing the smile and the strength of applause I let out a l...

 It's been 79 years since the day our ancestors - the great freedom fighters and the warriors of our motherland - saw the nation in making. For which they all came together, setting aside their ego, their differences, their wants and needs, and what not. For years they stood united and fought for one shared, noble goal:An Independent India. This day makes us all ponder on many questions - Have we achieved what they dreamt of? Are we truly the India they envisioned? Are we honoring their sacrifices? India surely has reached great heights and is poised to reach many more. Once broken and left to ruin, India is now a globally valued country - reclaiming its position. India is leading in digital innovation with the UPI being adopted by many foreign countries. We are now the 4th largest economy of the world, leaving behind the ones who left us to struggle and suffer.  We have become a promising destination for business, companies like Apple and Google are ready to invest here with ...

In the darkness, You remained as a *shadow. In the haunting silence, You became the only noise. In the stillness of life, You remain the only movement. In the darkest storm, You became the flickering lamp. In the hustle of life, The only relief was you. A hope that stood, Amid the heap of doubts. You were the way out, From the darkest room . During struggles, You became my shield. Amid harsh weathers, You remain a shade that covers me. You became a cushion I could lean on, When I faltered in my life. Happy Raksha Bandhan  (*Shadow - someone quite inseparable, the one who is always with you)

 The leaves are falling  The rivers are drying  The past stands before us      Past or  Future to choose         The ones Choosing is another The ones facing is another          The ones affected have no right?    Does their life not matter? Who gave the power to few,  To choose for millions? Can't the power be taken back? Start from scratch? When the base is made? Why not build it up? Is it too late? The rivers are filling up…

  Who ought we be ?  An angel or a demon? A resurrector or a slayer ? It is said that one should be an angel. But in hell how can an angel survive ? Is there no other angel here? Or is it that no one wants to be known? Do the angels have no power ? Is it wrong for an angel, To smear ash on her wings to survive? But what can she do? How can one be forthright,    In a world that is crooked? Who ought we be? An angel or a Demon? The demons get away,  The angels are prosecuted. But why? Only the Angel? In hell of dust how can,   Wings be kept white? Is it wrong to survive?   The demons can come together,           But why can't angels?           Is it necessary to uphold ego, than togetherness ?           Isn't it better to push through the trials now?           Than facing the demons all alone?           Why not stand togethe...

   Fifteen years old, Tria found herself grappling with a life that seemed to crumble around her. Her mother’s recent death, just a month ago, left an unfillable void in her heart. Tria blamed her father, Mr. Philin Resove, for being a significant factor in her mother’s demise—a conviction that deepened the already strained relationship between them. As the eldest member of the Resove family, Mr. Philin personified the cold, business-driven nature of their lineage. The Resove’s were celebrated publicly as business tycoons for generations, with their mansion symbolizing wealth and power. Yet, inside its grand halls, there was no warmth. The family members shared a roof, but not an emotional connection. For Tria, the mansion reflected the hollowness of her familial ties. While the world admired the Resove family as ideal success figures, only Tria knew the truth behind their success. She felt disconnected from everyone except her mother—the only person who had truly understood h...