When the social media and news channels show all the negativity going around in the world and never try to capture the acts of kindness and empathy, people forget that being kind is important.

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The seasons passed away so quickly while I stand here-still, numb.
Yes, I could feel right now the scorching heat of the sun in me.
And suddenly, a drop of rain too hits the ground of emotions.
I tried to hold it all together when the cold breeze made me shiver.
Maybe the seasons never passed away.

They are here WITH me; WITHIN me.

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The girl was a dreamer-not a regular kind of dreamer. Of course she used to day dream but not of prince on the horse or a palace. She used to dream of one...just ONE fierce adventure.
The adventure that wasn't dramatic but subtle and sweet. The adventure that was never written in a novel.
She never told about her dream of adventure to anyone. The problem was, it wasn't really adventures in the eyes of the people around her.


Well eating ice cream on a winter night on the rooftop with chilling winds blowing across your face wasn't an adventure that was glorified enough because people actually did it often.
But for her, it was HER adventurous dream.

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Nature's Year

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The world is damp and cold
Just yesterday she realized.
The ashes of her thoughts prove
She burnt the words and survived.

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Each morning a new dream
A new desire to be happy and free
Every thing is so delightful
The rocking melody
The tinkling bell
Do you still think,
Life is Hell…!!!

You can dive in oceans
You can explore mountains
You can seep each drop in you
Whenever it rains
You are your master
Not confined in a cell
Do you still think,
Life is Hell…!!!

You have a family
You have friends
You have something to achieve
A passion which never ends
Everything is so cool, so well
Do you still think,
Life is Hell…!!!

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Maybe Smile was the only word mortals could think of to explain the half-moon that dwells among them.

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SHORT STORY- A dream

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If life is like a notebook of rules
That are followed since ages
Then we are like those artists
Who fill its last pages.

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