An Independence Day...

Resides in the arms of culture, with religion making it colourful on every edge of the fence. The many places you go, the many faces you see, with innocence in welcome, variety conceals with the difficulty in the language. Even being a rainbow of culture, religion and languages every place feels like home. Where, sports and games are not few persons investment or interest, rather whole nation involves along with the God.

Standing tall, stretched long for justice, to clean the impurity of truthiness, we stand reputed. Somewhere below those belts, under those tables, we fall corrupted.

Feminism was never a point to discuss since our God taught us what a female resist within her. The Sad part is where she is called Laxmi, on another hand she is a piece of flesh for some He's, who sometimes kill them nameless or somewhere their name is hidden under the melted wax. Despite being all happening within, how far we may fall divided when necessary we also are united.

Unknown with the name, unaware with religion and relation, there are some who shed blood for us and sometimes even die.To see our loved ones smile they make their family cry. So that we could meet our families every day, they don't see theirs for months and years. No matter what the season is, what the weather is, they stand hard for them, for their companion and for us. To make this day celebrate there were many who left this nation, unknown with fact scribbled on those pages. They died before they could see what they have fought for.

I wonder what they have thought of looking at today's so-called independent nation. That they died for a nation which we can't even keep clean. A nation which they announced as their mother, where mothers and sisters are not safe, where they breathe the smoke of their own burning flesh, acid is served as a drink and the bad words and names are what they eat from society every day.

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A Friendship Day...

Even when the sense and the maturity did not peak from the soil, the feeling is at the stature for the one whom we call a friend. Stepping out from that bondage of religion, its humanity which brings everyone together. Friendship is a thread, in a flow, it does break sometimes from between. The knot which is been tied to join it again is not an obstacle in a relationship, rather it is been tied to make that relationship stronger than the previous one so that it does not break again. These are our electives and we stay as we want with them. Without any examination, where humour collides and the laugh can't hide and we find that the one is always on our side. They never met to the condition of mother and father hardly knew them. Some remain stable all through the life and some were new to our hive, what changed was that corn to gold with ascending age. Today when we meet the old ones we realise our lifestyle. Every point of our life we meet some one. The ...

A Daddy Cool...

It's been late, but anyways its better to be late than never. Sweaty palms, the water beads appear on the forehead. Draught in the thoughts, the words disappeared even after scribbling down on the paper, while writing for HIM. No, it is not a fear or might be a bit of it dissolved in the essence of HIS love, hidden. Which is never seen in HIS words and never felt with that expressions. Secretive with HIS thoughts, so we have to be cautious every time with HIM. HIS role fluctuates with the situations. There is always HER love essence all around, which is natural and HE even being doing many things or everything never seen appreciated. HE is harsh with words, loud with action but still a silent person. HIS work is like that silent worker who keeps on working and working never been noticed. Engrossed with HIS own activity pressure and workload. Surrounded even with all this HE never let us know a single hint that what's going on within HIM. Like a silent student who eve...

A Holi-Day...

Different shades, difficult to understand, some pretty, some dark, some light, but they never fade. Life is white with simplicity and black with pain sorrow for those who have their brain's narrow. It's harder but life is beyond monochrome, with full of colour to different mood who have their mind's broader. Not for just this day rather but for a whole. The feel for colours reflects on that face with that smile. The roar a pleasure the colour is just an excuse, it is the touch of our loved ones and they make this day use. The significance sings high victory on that lie. The flames make the wishes fly and the smoke makes them reach the sky. Believe is what have kept it alive. For some, it is beyond those colour a story of pride, a day so thin but those memories stay wide till colours escape the skin May this day shower the colour all your life Wish you all a Happy Holi...

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