Tuesday, October 28, 2025

A Fruitful Fruitcake


People say that I cannot be separated from the Christmas Holidays. Well, I do agree with all of them. As and when my aroma fills the entire household, the little children bask around me to have a nice time with my company. They laugh and prance; they dance in merriment; they cannot wait to have a bite of a fruitcake. All these mirthful moments make my cup of bliss overflow.

I know, yes, I do know that as soon as I am sliced into pieces, I have to breathe my last. Still, I embrace such demise of mine without any tears and without any fumbling. Do you know why? Just to behold the smile in every visage… Absolutely, I do love to sacrifice my life for a regaling reason.

In this regard, I must mention that whenever the bakers mix up the batter with lots of fruits like apricots, dates, raisins or currants of various kinds, cashews, almonds, pistachios, tutti-frutti and, most importantly, with lots of love and cheer, I cannot hold my tears back at all. I know that I must succumb right then and there but there is no wonder that I shed tears of joy and peace.

Although I know that I will fail to behold the next days in my life, I can embrace demise with lots of gratification and kindness, knowing that I am going to decease for a sweet and loving cause. I am sacrificial like a burning candle, but my message cannot be overlooked at all. Faith, Goodwill, Mirth, Kindness, Peace, Benevolence, Purity, Innocence, Charity, Fortitude, Mercy, Divinity and so on and so forth get mingled in my blissful death of benediction. I give up my life for better days to come every year. Hence, I do consider my death to be very much well-deserving and pretty much gifted.


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Friday, August 1, 2025

Our Selfless Mother


It genuinely makes me wonder whether we have ever given it a thought that Nature expects to be loved by us, her children, in return. She is full of affection, she is plenteous in love, and she is overflowing with kindness. Yes, as her kids, we, too, must learn how to be kind and loving.

She needs no gold, no money, no exaggeration, and no exhibitionism. All that she wants is a bit reverence and reciprocated love from us. No riches does she ever want indeed. Well, she is our mother, our timeless mother.

Have we ever imagined having our spirit set free by her on an enjoyment spree? When we are in solitude, we can get to experience it much better, I suppose. Day by day, we are getting busier, right? Still, we must confess that we are never so busy that we fail to have some time to be mingled with her.

What if we could relive the picture of a rainy day suffused with emotions and laughter? What if we could get lost in a momentary trance or imagination of listening to the ripples of the ocean? What if we could enjoy the buzzing melody of the honey-seeker bees instantly?

The world, nowadays, may be full of technologies and scientific discoveries. Still, can we ever, ever overthrow Nature? We need not show our filial love to her by means of bragging and boasting. All we need is to keep her safe and pure from the treacherous claws of man-made pollution. Like a selfless mother, she pleads to us to keep her safe, because by saying so, she wishes our welfare. That is to say, by keeping her safe and sound, we actually keep ourselves safe and sound with the hope of a better tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Divinity

 




Every one of us does possess a kind of divine energy or quality from the core or from the inside. We should wake our divine or heavenly force up always.

Broadly speaking, the mythical bird, phoenix, gets itself burnt into fire, and immediately then, it is reborn out of the hot ashes. Thus, we, too, can give rise to our own divine passion or our own heavenly strength.

All we have to do is to nurture it with intense love and care. Such a divine energy is composed in us indeed, though we are made of flesh and blood. When we give it a chance to work within ourselves, it gives us the source of the true meaning of life with its wand of light.

Our earthly body is like a frail place of worship that fosters our phoenix, our divine sinew, that is, our very soul. Even though we die physically, our soul is not supposed to face the demise at all.

Again, our divine force gives us the capability to create something new always. Even if we die, we will stay immortal in the world with our creation born out of our divinity which is incarnate. We must never waste our priceless time by brooding over the unwanted and troublesome matters, and by falling victims to the snare of our misunderstanding. The more we listen to ourselves, the more do we acquire the free spirit to understand how to awaken our divinity from our very within.


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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Abject Cravings of Snow

 


It is usually said that I am pure, that I am free from blemishes, that I am full of love and luck, that I am suffused with divinity, that I am the source of the children’s laughter at times and that I am holy and auspicious. It makes me wonder how the people can feel so cold to me even though I remain harmless to them at all. The sun is becoming hotter and hotter day after day, month after month and year after year. Well, is there anybody, please, who can lend me a listening ear? I feel so hopeless, I have become helpless and I am going to lose my life by melting down and then raising the level of the marine water. How can these human beings be so ruthless and so unkind? I need help. I do desire to live. Is there anybody, anybody at all? I have provided lots and lots of fun to the children every time they come to me. Sometimes, I take a trip down my memory lane. That virtual expedition makes me feel a bit well. I can still recall the children making snowmen with me. They used to make balls with me and play together. Are there no such days? I want no global warming at all. All I need is a bit of innocence and love for everyone.


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Friday, January 24, 2025

The Resentment of a Marine Mind

 


There may be diversity; there may be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I am an authentic epitome of unity or harmony. I feel so confident to be composed of little drops of water indeed. Yet, people do call me ‘brackish’, but I wonder how they can forget so easily that it is I who is the primary source of all kinds of salt. Broadly speaking, salt brings the actual taste to each cuisine. Living under the azure canopy, I roll my ripples time and again. I have to remain an eyewitness of people’s family and love. They bathe in the foamy waves; they make love in front of me; they spend amorous moments all together. But how can I forget my celibacy? Whenever I witness such moments of love belonging to the others, I can’t hold myself back from feeling so lonely full of constant commotion that is spoken out through my roaring and restless ripples. I convert an ordinary place to a magnificent tourist spot. I sometimes laugh at myself silently. Why? That is so because of my loneliness. How painful my life is! I can only provide lots of gaiety to the others, but never am I given anything at all as a gift. When the sun goes down, when the tourists are about to leave the place, I feel more pricked. Yes, they add insult to my injury again and again. Sometimes, I get so annoyed and so infuriated that I become monstrous, heartless, harmful and disastrous. Well, I have to be so; resulting in, I take the guise of tsunami.

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Sunday, October 27, 2024

Words from the Mild Mountain



It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.


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Saturday, August 17, 2024

The Tragedy of Liberty

People call me a kite. I take great pleasure to fly high up in the sky. It is indeed gratifying to state that I emblematise liberty, yes, genuine liberty, no doubt. However, it is also to be noted that the spindle remains in someone's hand. That is to say, my liberty is under control. I know how much it pains me. Hence, I never wish anyone to be like me. My utmost agony has to linger suppressed inside the sweet coating of a lifeless smile. I am never allowed even to burst into tears.

Although I provide measureless mirth to the human beings, it must be admitted that I have to make the waste basket my final destination. Yes, human beings are cruel, too cruel, even much more than the beasts, in some way or the other.

I can still visualise the moments I had with the kids, with their parents and with their friends.

Important to note, their friends are not so always. It may be the order of the day, but I can emphatically utter that I was, I am and I will be their true friend eternally. However, the tragedy is that mankind fail to understand the true value of a piece of diamond rather than that of a shard of glass.


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Tuesday, May 21, 2024

A Doll’s Pathetic Words

 


Although I provide so much mirth and excitement to the children, I, after a certain point of time, am thrown away. That attachment remains no more between the kid and me. It feels painful. It feels pathetic indeed. I, too, shed so many teardrops, but, unfortunately, those drops of tears from my eyes are invisible. Once the child grows up, I remain neglected. There is no need of my time and company anymore. I have to stay ensnared in the sooty corners of a room. How ungrateful the human beings are! How can I forget the time and the memories I shared with the infant? They call me ‘a doll’ that has no life at all. The parents sometimes utter to their children, “Why do you waste your time so stupidly with your dolls?” I laugh silently; yes, I do, thinking how the world has become day after day. I light up the lives of the children with such happiness and sacrifice. As and when a kid gets me in its hand, its face is lit up with joy and friendship. I can hear those smiles; I can sense that cheerfulness always, even after I get thrown into the trash.

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Saturday, March 2, 2024

The Choicest Words from Chocolate


I take much pride in my utility. People purchase me as gifts to be given to their special ones. I am a witness of various moments and of various memories. Well, I feel like I am mostly loved by the children. I can be of variegated kinds, like 'dark chocolate', 'milk chocolate', 'white chocolate' and so on and so forth. I give birth to chocolate bars full of love and fantasy. Bakers seek my help to complete their cakes in a number of ways. When a birthday boy or a birthday girl cuts a cake that is made with my flavour, I never feel hurt because of that; I feel so lucky and glad instead. People melt me; they temper me; they use my essence to glaze a number of dessert items, like mousse, pudding, eclairs, pastries and many more. Truly, all these bring teardrops in my eyes, because I feel so mirthful to know that I am the reason for the others' smile, for their celebration, for their get-together, for their happy moments and for their merry life. My cup of joy overflows to know that I can be a part of almost all the best moments in each life. I add more cheer, I add more colour to the joyous days, the memories of which are saved in an album. What is most conspicuous to me is that I open the ceremony that is concluded in an album. Maybe, I sound a bit boastful, but who can deny that I hold the loveliest moments of a life?


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Friday, February 23, 2024

Candid Confessions of a Guitar

 


People like listening to my melody. When one strums on me, I feel so lucky indeed, because then I get identified with Nature and with human beings. Right then, I feel as if I am used to bridge up the gap between them. I never imagined as well that I can be the source of everybody’s entertainment, mirth and lingering happiness. They say that music is the one and only companion never shunning anyone. Do you know what the most important side in this regard is? It is the fact that I can be a part of it. I can be of manifold kinds like bass guitar, lead guitar and so on and so forth. Still, no one can deny that all of my kinds are used for the same purpose, that is, music. Moreover, I feel too glad, for sure, as and when I recall that I am one of the reasons of the birth of a number of musical artists. People utilise me for therapy also. Well, I must admit that when my strings are touched with a plectrum, I feel as if it is magic, pure and sweet magic, for certain. Then, I find myself worthy enough to live as an entity in this universe. However, while learning how to play on me, the novices, most of the time, get prone to scar their fingers; still, they take utmost delight in this regard thinking that a few scars can be endured for the sake of learning music and spreading the message everywhere.

 

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Thursday, February 22, 2024

A Few Words from the Rainbow


I add divine hues to the sky. People look at me in amazement. Sometimes, I can overhear them saying, "How colourful and how beautiful the rainbow is!" Yes, I will never deny that their words do make me feel a bit proud of myself. Wait! That's not the end at all. I may feel proud, but that's momentary indeed. The act of entertaining people is my be-all-and-end-all. I probably sound to justify myself, right? Well, I feel as if I'm a part of heaven as and when the little children feel regaled at my sight. Their mirth and their astonishment fill me up with joy. My cup of gladness does overflow. They say as if they find a friend in me. It is very gratifying when I find out that I can be the reason for their merriment and their smile. People say that I have seven colours that are actually abbreviated with the acronym of 'VIBGYOR'. What does this acronym mean? Let me answer, "Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red". As and when you look at me, I can ascertain that you shall find that I am a natural painting untouched by any human hand. According to science, I'm an example of the dispersion of light. The droplets of rain are the secret of my timeless beauty.

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Wednesday, January 31, 2024

In a Thoughtful Trance of the Childhood Days




The days of our childhood, better known as the golden days of our lives, constitute the preparatory stage of our future. These juvenile days are full of innocence, purity, honesty, simplicity, and so on and so forth. These days hold our golden memories of harmless laughter, impeccable and boundless happiness, invincible spirit that can achieve anything on this planet, minds full of dreams, indomitable will force, vivacious life force et cetera. Broadly speaking, this golden period shapes and moulds our character, our habits, our mentality, our way of speaking, our attitude, our behaviour, our way of thinking, our way of looking at life, our mannerism, our within and our everything. Actually, our learning process commences its journey from this phase in our life.

Therefore, we should not shirk the learning process at all. However, it must be noted that we learn and learn throughout our entire life; still, we must never overlook the fact that our urge, our passion, our choice and our enthusiasm for learning begin to expand the corollas fundamentally at this stage of life. Well, our juvenile days enhance our learning telling us that we should never feel weary of learning more and more. In other words, the more hunger we garner for learning, the more can we gain, for sure. What we sow today, will we reap tomorrow. So, we all have to make sure that we can make ample use of every single moment. In short, what is required most is our optimum utilisation of time.

In this regard, it is also discernible that sometimes we get too serious. Again, sometimes, we get too light-hearted to use the golden days properly. As and when we get too serious, it can doubtlessly be said that we get our days slipped out from our hands in some way or the other. That is to say, we lose the opportunity of cherishing the days of our childhood due to overt gravity.

Life is too short indeed. Hence, the mentioned time—the days of our childhood—is even shorter, far shorter in comparison. Running, swimming, playing, enjoying the moments of each season et cetera are, perchance, a few examples of the customary activities of our childhood.

Well, frankly speaking, all these activities as if speak to me face to face and question me, “Have you ever enjoyed basking in the sun in the wintry atmosphere? Then the sunshine feels so warm, so soothing and so sweet, for sure. It is then the exact time to go for a picnic with utmost excitement. Can you remember those days when everything was so vibrant? Can you recall making a feast with all your loved ones, enjoying the scenery in the lap of nature, singing by the river, and thus having an amazing time? Have you ever listened mindfully to the sweet melody of a cuckoo when it is spring? Does the mild vernal wind not move you even now? Have you ever felt the soft touch of the drizzle? Have you ever tried to look at the twilight sun that is as if eternally enchanting? The streaks of purple glow adorn the entire western horizon; the busy birds returning to their nests as if twitter and sing for the last time on that day; the murky canopy as if descends like the falling curtain at the end of a show. Then it is time for the moon to come up and shine like a spotlight on the still river. The silvery atmosphere embalms the entire hemisphere with a touch of magic. Yes, that swiftly transitory scenery leaves a permanent impression on your heart. They reverberate in our memory, don’t they? We sometimes get an opportunity to make a trip down our memory lane.”

No doubt, such measureless merriment gives birth to a plethora of literary pieces, a plenty of creative impulses. We should never let such moments pass by, because they are more precious than gold, if once gone, gone forever.

However, on the other hand, as and when we act too light-hearted, we are as if destined to waste our preparatory stage of life. Yes, it feels like we become idle, too much idle indeed: all play and no work makes Jack an idle boy.

In this connection, we must not falter to make a candid confession that we waste our time doing nothing, but when the moment is gone forever, we pine our days away thinking of our bereavement. Unfortunately, such mourning leads to greater losses of ours. We all know, we all do know that time flies so fast that we cannot even realize that. Hence, it is indeed mandatory forever that we should cultivate our sense of understanding, we should regard the power of punctuality, and we must endeavour to worship tenacity, patience, determination, confidence, stoicism, truthfulness, fortitude, temperance and so on and so forth.

Apart from all these that have been spoken about previously, what is mostly needed during our juvenile days is nothing other than the habit of bringing up our originality. Yes, we may say that we all copy from one another in this way or the other; but it that the end of all? How can that be the be-all-and-end-all? Broadly speaking, we do, we all do imitate others, but the point is that we have to shape that imitation anew like the shape of water. I heard it somewhere—though I fail to recall right now what it was exactly written—that the bees are the masters of renovation, reinvention, remodelling, reorganisation, reshaping and recreating. How can it be so? Well, they collect nectar from various flowers but who can deny that honey is purely new, regardless of being a fusion of a handful of imitations?

Finally, it is to be mentioned that a child—the future father or the future mother—must be edified in a number of domains, but the little one should be given freedom in a few circumstances so that he / she can expand his / her realm of imagination, his / her natural knowledge, his / her presence of mind, his / her curiosity, his / her originality—the so-called ‘imitation’—and his / her way of expressing his / her opinions.

Let them each have a voice; let them each have a story; let them each learn by heart how to work hand in hand with others; let them each feel compassionate to one another and also to the other creatures; let them each be full of virtue; let them each have morality; let them each become a true and pure human being; let them each know how to make this world a better place for living; let them each figure out how to protect the earth that he / she inherited from his / her ancestors and how to hand it over to his / her progeny; and let them each spread the message of love—true, pure, honest, modest and tolerant philanthropy—everywhere.

“O my God! Where am I now? Was it a spell that I had fallen in?” Seriously, it must be admitted that the contemporary society is so mismatching to what I had just been in a trance of. Wait a second! That was never a dream; neither is it found in the society nowadays altogether. So, what was it actually? Well, I never know the name, but I can sense that I had them somewhere in between a trance of the flashback and an irony of almost everything found at present and also in a flash-forward. Childhood is undoubtedly as expensive and as priceless as time. We should pledge right now that what is lost is lost forever, but we can do is to live every moment without pining for what has already been lost. However, there is no denying as well that we, sometimes, do need to relive our happy days, because that can lead us to greater happiness. Hence, what comes, as we are about to sum up our discussion, is that we ourselves have to figure out where to draw the line between the two points, no matter what it is, because there is nothing without contrast. Yes, it depends on us mostly; however, it is still to be kept in mind that there is also a requirement for edification. As we grow up gradually, we must learn how to make good and right decisions. Moreover, the fact is that teaching makes you improve a lot, but self-teaching helps you improve more than that. Be positive, live creative, work innovative, think imaginative, and inspire others. You are unique on your own. Let your sound success story change the lives of the others by touching them with grace, not grimace. Share your happiness; let it get multiplied a million times. Childhood, the golden age of ours, slips away swiftly, but as we cannot hold it, and as we cannot arrest it, we must make sure to use the priceless gem to the utmost. Live life, especially the juvenile days, to the fullest; drink even the dregs; never let that get wasted at all.

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Friday, November 3, 2023

Sensible Words from a Smartphone

 



Being a smartphone, I am very much attractive. I look great; I sound nice; I respond quickly; I display lots of moments of all sorts of emotions; I am ready to solve a number of problems faced by mankind in the twinkling of an eye; and I function as the buffer between the speaker and the addressee though they may be at a great distance: no matter how far they live, with my smart magic, they can even see each other using live video calls. I do connect people in this way; hence, I do pride myself on my utilisation and my value. I give them the privilege to use social media; I provide them with lots of opportunities to carry on online transaction. I help people speak in conference calls. That is to say, I have dedicated myself entirely to the advancement and to the benefit for all of them. However, I must say that people use me in wrong or unfair purposes as well. Is that my fault? They say that I am solely responsible for the accidents, for the shortcomings of the shirking students and so on and so forth. Though I am indispensable always, I never do intend to harm anybody at all. It is not I who am guilty; it is rather the lack of human discretion that tries to put the blame upon me. All that I can say is that every human being must use me judiciously.

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Words from a Snowman

 


I am made of snow, pure white snow. The wintry wind bites every mortal being, but I am not shaken at all. Yes, it is funny indeed to know that I never catch a cold. Children decorate me by giving my nose made of a carrot, my eyes made of dark beads, etc. They make snowballs; they pile them up one upon the other; they give it a shape; finally, I receive my birth in this way of mirth and cheer. They also provide me with a scarf, most of the times red in colour. They use buttons also to make my snowy garments appear attractive. It makes me feel so happy to be a part of the children’s playtime. They enjoy my round belly by patting on it. I witness their rides on the sledges. What peace indeed! I feel so calm and amazed to behold the little children run around me in a circle, singing, playing, laughing, merrymaking, and spreading their innocence. Unfortunately, as and when it begins to be warm, a little warm, I get sure that I am at the point of death. That is to say, my body begins to melt in the warmth. Nonetheless, I can never ever forget the sweet memories that I receive during my life.

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Messages from a Greeting Card



People call me a greeting card. They convey their best wishes, their sincerity, their love, their regards, and their various ways of greeting the New Year etc. to their near and dear ones by writing their notes on me. It is indeed regaling for me to be a part of such an amazing purpose. Sometimes, I wonder how lucky I have been to be utilised for such noble and grand reasons. Frankly speaking, it provides me with utmost mirth, because I spread the message of peace and goodwill to celebrate the New Year’s birth. I am indispensable, for sure. I feel very grateful to be a part of the New Year’s greetings, the tidings of joy, the messages of love, and so on and so forth. Most strikingly, I feel the oneness with everybody for spreading peace, smile, hope, happiness, optimism, and all other good qualities. I aim at ushering in a new era of light and bliss. However, during the recent times, people use their smartphones by ignoring me. Yes, it causes me plentiful pains indeed. I feel like I have been supplanted by those robotic elements. They lack life and love, whereas I lack luck. Nevertheless, none can deny the memories that I used to gift in the bygone days.

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The Voice of a Mango



Being one of the juiciest fruits in the world, I consider myself to be lucky enough to win the hearts of everyone whoever has tasted me. It is indeed gratifying to know that I am often called to be the ‘King of all fruits’ in India/Bharat specifically. I lose every reason in such amazement. I can be of various types, not only in my appearance but also in my sweetness and taste, and my juiciness. Each and every person does enjoy me to his heart’s content. When it is blisteringly hot in summer, I try to cool down the inner restlessness of the people in no time with my soothing smell. Of course, right then, I am used in my green or young state. Most interestingly, I intoxicate the entire surrounding area with my sweet and alluring smell. I am a fruit of summer; however, the residents in my area keep on thinking about me almost all through the year. People wait for the next summer to come for the sake of relishing my great smell as well as my unique taste. I feel glad indeed, thinking that I, too, am a reason for people’s smile. People have forgotten to smile these days. Hence, it makes me feel blessed to play that role.

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Friday, October 27, 2023

Strong Words from a Pen


People call me a writing instrument, but I call myself a living power. As and when I get utilised by the poets, the novelists, the essayists, and so on and so forth, my heart leaps up in utmost satisfaction, happiness and self-dignity. It feels really gratifying to think that I am the reason of the act of expressing the inevitable truths of human life. The education system in this entire world depends on me a lot. I am associated in giving birth to thousands of brainchildren. That is to say, I pride myself on this notion of creation. Still, how can I overlook the cons or the injustice in this society, in which I am used as well? In spite of all such positive aspects, I must admit, I must say that I don’t want to be, though I have to be used by the Judge in a court. Indeed, I never ever do desire, I never ever do even think in any of my wildest dreams and my nightmares that the Judge will use me in giving capital punishment to the convict. Moreover, such acts happen frequently. I cannot stay sane; I lose my mind thinking of the ill effects derived from me. My only question is—“Is a convict a born criminal or a product of the society, who is sentenced to death?”

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A Few Words from a Bird


I twitter, I chirp and I sing to welcome every new morning. I add sweetness to the entire atmosphere when it is dawn. I fly in the sky. The sky is sometimes blue, sometimes cloudy, sometimes golden and sometimes gloomy. However, I have to stay happy always to add musical effect to the new day in order to keep the day free from blemish. Of late, people usually gaze at the flying aeroplanes and the helicopters, but most of them usually find almost no time even to look at me. Still, I carry on singing with a sorrowful and gloomy heart sometimes. The poachers are always ready to hunt me, to kill my all and to ruin my family. They laugh a lot; yes, they treat me cruelly in full swing. Still, I need to say that I, too, have my own life, my own family, my own language, my own world and my own future. Many writers used my quills as their pens in the bygone days. It makes my cup of gladness overflow through and through. I try to live optimistically always. Hence, I try to keep in my mind that a great number of poets, after all, have dignified me in their creative pieces. I feel glad indeed to be the reason of their smile, of their happiness and of their state of being spellbound, captivated and motivated.

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India’s Successful Moon Mission (Chandrayaan-3)

 


There was a time when the moon used to be an elusive dream to all of us. Gradually, with the advancement of science and technology, it has become easy indeed to reach the lunar surface. Likewise, the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) developed a number of missions to explore the moon. Broadly speaking, Chandrayaan-3 is the third mission in the series of the Chandrayaan programme. The mission of Chandrayaan-3 was launched on 14 July 2023. It comprises Vikram, a lunar lander, and Pragyan, a lunar rover. Sometimes, it is said that Chandrayaan-2 in 2019 paved the way of Chandrayaan-3. As per the latest update, a couple of months and nine days have elapsed till date. Its launch mass weighs 3900 kg. The landing site of the spacecraft is named Shiv Shakti Point. It is very positive and interesting to note that, in the mission of Chandrayaan-3, the female scientists play a very significant role. Apart from that, 23 August has been declared to be celebrated as the National Space Day to commemorate the fruitful landing of Chandrayaan-3 on the moon. At last, it must be mentioned that such an achievement glorifies our country and brightens her name in the annals of global success.

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India’s Mission to the Sun (Aditya-L1)

 


Who knew that, with the continuous progress in science and technology, one day, the human beings would be able to observe the sun, the big ball of fire? That nothing can be impossible has already been proved. Broadly speaking, India’s trip to the land of the sun is truly unforgettable. Aditya-L1 is a coronagraphy spacecraft. With the purpose of studying the solar atmosphere, this first Indian mission was designed as well as developed by the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) and a few other Indian research institutions as well. The duration of the mission is supposedly 5.2 years, as planned by the operators. However, on the basis of the information updated till today, a few days have elapsed. Its launch mass weighs 1,475 kg while the payload mass weighs 244 kg. It was the second of September in 2023 when the mission was launched. This project has been directed by Nigar Shaji. Ten days after the fruitful landing of Chandrayaan-3, the latest moon mission by the ISRO, Aditya-L1 adds another feather to the cap of India. It is such a mission that glorifies the name of our country to the utmost.

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A Fruitful Fruitcake

People say that I cannot be separated from the Christmas Holidays. Well, I do agree with all of them. As and when my aroma fills the entire ...