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laughter broke the eerie silence on the banks of a timidly flowing tributary, as the sun hid itself into the Himalayas cold winds and the ushering water took away those moments.
convinced by the potential held within that tiny figure he made his way up through the treacherous terrain. often falling back on his face, nevertheless, it didn't deter his courage and spirit to reach toward his goal.
a hint of pepper into the mixture adds a new flavor to the cooking, you never know which is the key ingredient for that best recipe. may be because they all have to be together in the right mixture to give that delicious flavor.
the doors had changed many time but the lock was same, destinations were many but the hurdles were similar. the earnest of being honest bore no fruit, for he desperately toiled for success, the paths never glowed.
though left in midst of the crowd beaten down by the circumstances and inaction a ray of hope shone cutting through the dark spaces. The lost belief, a stray hope, held him up gradually as he starting belonging to himself, transforming into wings uplifting him from the shackles to the pilgrimage of his salvation.
violet was my favorite color when I was a small kid, till my 5th standard I guess.
the rats were blamed, the plague when spread,
they all knew, all who read,
thousands afflicted, hundreds dead,
three were sharing, a hospital bed.
blowing into the straw and watching the bubbles and fizz rise up was a joyful engagement for the little kid/
her each day was wrapped up in daily household chores leaving her with no time to look into what she really needed for herself. at the end of day when she found a little gap for reading her tired eyes betrayed her. Kamla's zest for studying, her only way out of this vicious struggle, appeared timid under the burden of the tasks that lay in her path.
My apprehensions and inability to comprehend circumstances maroon me to the epicenter of the impending crisis.
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